Slowly
I feel myself giving up
again

except
there is a difference this time
this time
no one can save me
no one can stop me

im just done
im done with the sadness, the depression, the aching
im tired of waking up to this familiar aching feeling

im tired of getting hurt
im tired of pushing people away
but i can't help it anymore
its the way I've grown to be

I just want to be left alone all the time
I feel like when im alone,
no one can hurt me

so this is my goodbye
im saying goodbye to the only things that were ever loyal to me
goodbye Sadness
goodbye Pain
goodbye Aching

you have overdosed me
my body can't take it anymore
so this is the end
this is my goodbye

To everyone we are the clothes we wear,
The ****** expressions we show.
We are who we hang out with.
People will judge you from the surface
They don't care to know what's inside,
As long as it shows,
It's who you are.

They don't bother to ask who you are, inside
They don't bother to know your story
To them,
You're the happy, weird girl, the "good-one", the innocent.
To your walls,
You're the girl who cried herself to sleep every night,
The girl who hurts herself and the innocent objects around her
You are the depressed, unlovable reject.

The walls are the only ones who really know who you are
They're the only ones that really witnessed the horrific scenes at night
They're the only ones that know your late night secrets
They're the only ones there for you on those sleepless nights.

No one knows what you wear on your skin
They see your clothes, and don't care to undress you, and figure you out
They don't know that, on your skin, you carry seeping alcohol, scars, pain, smoke

They don't know your skin.