Do you understand?
Do you understand what it's like to be like me?
Do you understand what it's like to feel alone,
To cry yourself to sleep at night and watch the stars shine while you wish you were as beautiful as the light everyone else is?
Do you understand what I wish I was compared to everyone else.
I wish I was beautiful the way she is.
Because I may be beautiful to you but to everyone else I am not.
I am defiantly not to myself.
Why can't I be good enough for you? Or to the world. Why can't I be good enough for me?
Do you really understand what it's like to have friends who say their there but aren't?
Or do you understand what it's like to have people stare at your arms and look at you in discust?
That you may not be human but a dead soul trying to run out? Maybe your dead on the outside but fighting on the inside.
Maybe I'm the only one.
But one day you will all understand.
Maybe when I'm six feet under the ground and you don't hear nothing but silence, and birds whistle in the morning mist.
But I showed death on my wrist.