Reality

Blood creates a reality
I never noticed before
Nobody really notices
My own private war
I sit and think and wonder
About living life each day
I wonder if i really am
Or am i just wasting away?

The marks on my arms are a reality
They might not ever go away
They show me that my doing this has consequences
No matter what they say
I stop and i think and i wonder
About how this will effect me
As a person as a friend as a sister
Will this ever leave me be

My friends worrying is a reality
I care about them so much
I don't want them to be mad
But i meet something sharp's touch
I stop and i think and i wonder
About how they think of me
Whether they'll call it quits
Or will they never leave me be

Me feeling dizzy creates this reality
I might of gone too far
Blood is gushing from my arm
Blackness covers me in bars
I stop and i think and i wonder
Am i really dying?
Is this really real?
I think about the ones who love me
And then no more do i feel...