I pretend to hate everything,
so they don't see it's me I hate.
I pretend to not care,
to then go cry every night.
I say i'm ok,
but the scars won't ever fade.
I promise i'm not broken parts,
Until the lights dim after day.

Night is when I'm stripped bare.
The mask gone to show how much I really care.
I stand there staring at a flawed case,
all I see is the lines I want to cut all over my face.
I say no words, but my actions speak like an insane try.

Now theres blood on my thigh,
and tear stains that won't ever dry.
My room is dark, but still brighter than my mind.
I cry now, but will smile in minutes time,
all this so I can say im fine.

Maybe I hate you.
Maybe I hate me.
Either way I must clean the blood,
dry the spilt flood.
Then put on a smile, all so I can keep up
my pretend life.