The cut wasn't deep,
No blood was shed,
It was just the pain,
Of scratches on my leg,
Leaning against the wall,
Leaning till I fall,
Crying on the floor,
Not because of simple pain,
But because of the emotions,
I have to endure.

Letting it all out,
Till I feel empty inside,
This was just the beginning,
Of what I have to hide,
Hiding behind my smile,
Is ever so tough,
Now hiding behind my long sleeves,
Is going to be rough...

People say you’re not popular
People say you’re not nice
People say you don’t fit in
People say you want to be like them
They say that because In reality
You’re popular
You’re nice
You fit in

Watch out because:
You may think your friend is loyal
You may think your friend cares
You may think your friend is there for you
But that my friend is where you’re wrong

All your friend wants is:
To be popular
To be nice
To fit in
To be like you
Because in reality they don’t
They aren’t like you in any way
Be careful I say.

I'm the girl others talk out of suicide,
But has a hard time doing the same for herself
She truthfully assures everyone how beautiful, lovely, wonderful and Precious they all are, because she doesn't want them to feel the same Way she does. The opposite.

I fall to fast,
Crash to hard,
Forgive to easily,
And care to much

I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to cut
I want to die.

If I'm honest. I'm afraid of death
But I want to die.
I wonder everyday
Is anyone else who wants to die scared of death or is it just me?

I'm afraid of what will happen when I die
Like honestly what actually happens when we die?
I'm afraid to know
I'm afraid to see
I'm afraid..
I need help
But I'm afraid
I need someone who cares
But I'm afraid
I try to put on a brave face but I can't
I'm afraid
The truth is I'm afraid..