Tears have come and gone in my life a lot.
They are not something i can stop.
They run down my cheeks and hit the floor,
I run to the bathroom and shut the door.
I get out the knife and break the skin,
I just lost count at number ten.
Now i have blood and tears drop to the floor
I use my other arm and do it some more.
I have many scars along with my tears,
This has been happening for quite a few years.
Nobody knows as if they really care,
They cant judge me even if they dared.
They have no idea what I'm put through every day,
They don't know Ive tried to run away.
Sitting here with tears and blood around,
Just hoping to fall to the ground.
You couldn't save me even if you tried,
You don't know how many tears Ive cried.
