we hide behind a mask and pretend that everything is ok,
but what you don't see
are the endless amount of tears
that run down out face when we're alone,
the scars we hide with shame from self harming,
the everyday struggle to even get out of bed,
because we are in so much pain and so exhausted
from the on going war inside our head.
It's torture, a constant headache
Its a living hell.. and it's real

They're coming... can't you hear?
The demons footsteps come closer to me,
they're whispers growing louder,
haunting me with fear.
They won't leave me alone,
why won't they just go away?
"come with us" they say,
"you don't belong here anyway."

"You're not worthy of this life, why don't you just grab that knife."
"Just one cut, that's all you need, keep on going until you bleed."
I try to run but i can't,
trapped and alone in the dark.
I try to scream but nothing comes out,
where has my voice gone? Why can't i shout?

Can somebody save me,
please just help.
Get me out of this hell,
I feel like I'm drowning,
suffocating behind the tears of a clown.
Somebody come and save me from myself.

Where do i go? when i have no home,
I walk alone without a place to go,
I'll just go where ever the wind blows,
even if it goes down a lonely road.
I'm not sure why but somehow i know I'm going home.

They say home is where the heart is,
but my heart is lost in the darkness.
Sometimes i wonder, is this hell?
It's getting a little hard for me to tell.
Where am i going?
Where do i go from here?
Where will i be in another year?
will i be stronger, or will i have gotten worse?
I'm not sure why but thinking about it hurts.

It feels like my heart is starting to burn,
but the fire is burning inside the words,
they're what hurt the most.
I'm afraid of nothing but the past.
I'm afraid of losing the people that i love,
because of those who have already passed.

I'm kind of like broken glass,
nothing but worthless trash.
I can't be fixed because i'm already smashed,
shattered into a million tiny pieces,
each shard represents my skin bleeding.
Yet i'm still looking for the reasons,
the more i look the more blood i loose.
I'm tangled in a web of hate and abuse by myself and this hateful earth,
but no matter what it'll always turn,
and knowing that is enough to hurt.

This can never be home,
i gotta leave but i can't get any further than a dream.
I can't leave, all i can do is wait and bleed.
I've found home, but it's all alone in a rope.
This is all she wrote, there's no where else to go,
when you're already home all on your own...

This world is too much for me,
I live in a free world but i'm not free.
I went to the doctor, the doctor said to me;
"here's a handful of pills, try and get some sleep. "
Five days later, i have no relief.
I've been awake for so long that I'm seeing things,
I feel like a blind man walking in a dream,
more like a nightmare inside my head I'm screaming,
trapped in a prison cell.
From the inside out I'm busting at the seams.
Can somebody tell me "what's wrong with me?"

The paint in the hall is peeling off the wall,
and my brain is bouncing like a basketball.
I used to feel ten foot tall, bulletproof.
But now i feel so small, or worse than that,
I feel nothing at all, like a dead and lonely leaf falling in the autumn fall. You may think you know me by the way that i talk,
but if by chance you were to walk in these shoes of mine you wouldn't know me at all.

Every day i try to fake a smile, but there are some days where I'm so tired, i forget to put my mask on.
I feel numb inside, full of shame there is no pride.
I let my scars out for the world to see,
I feel them burning my skin as the world stares at me.
I go back to the doctor,
they feed me more pills and hush me away,
as if it will make everything okay.
Handing them out like sweets,
but the reality of it all is so bitter-sweet.

It's always growing
Collecting dust
This mountain of thoughts
Harboring rust.

Omitting a dark reflection
I can't help but stare
To ominous to wonder
How many might be there.

Unfocused, unkempt
Far to entangled to muse
This mountain of thoughts
Has left me confused

Too soon had I lost
Controll of it all
This mountain of thoughts
Needs to withdrawal.

Bleed out and purge
Alleviate the Pain
This mountain of thoughts
To much for my brain

cold and lonely, tired of feeling down
wishing you had someone but no one is around.
thoughts run through your mind,
you think it's better to end your life.
But just hear me out before you go and pick up that knife.

Please don't cut, please don't cut.
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
If you feel the need to say you're all out of luck,
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
The fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know things can be a struggle
and sometimes you don't know what to do,
but there is help out there for people like me and you.
You feel like no one understands you,
you feel like your constantly being judged.  
People make you feel like you're worthless and you're not enough. They label you and not a single word is true.
But who cares what the world says about you?
They don't know you or any of the **** that you've been through.
You wish people would listen and not just assume,
that you're fine because you always fake a smile.

No one is there when your sitting alone in your room,
no one is with you when your praying to the clouds above,
no ones there when you need a bit of love,
no body cares when you have nothing left to give,
it's no suprise when you don't want to live.

please don't cut, please don't cut  
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

You pick up the knife just to feel human and alive.
Cut out all the numbness that people make you feel inside.
I know you want to get out all the pain,
but trust me when I say cutting is not the way,
It really ain't worth it, you'll just end up feeling ashamed.
You cover up the scars with long sleeves hoping that no one will see, but I can see that you're hurting inside.
I just have to look deep into your eyes.

please don't cut, please don't cut
I promise you you're loved,
just please don't cut.
if you feel the need to say you're all out of luck
I'm just a call away when things get tough.
the fact of the matter is you are enough
so please don't cut, please don't cut.

I know it don't seem like it right now,
but things will get better and you will get out,
of this dark place that you feel trapped in.
you're not alone, if you need someone I'm just a call away on the phone.
You might think you're worthless but you're worth so much.
I promise you, you are enough and you are loved.
Just promise me you won't cut tonight.