Hurt and sadness are
the reason for my melancholic
madness.
Pain is surreal so intense
my heart never has time to mend.
Love is lost love is gone
this is my suicidal song.
Pain is there its all real
my broken heart can never heal...
Under my skin I start to slip
dying from the inside,
hoping you realize just how I tried.
Although depression is there
I try deny it.
Tho hurt is evident
I simply put a facade on
trying so hard to stay sane
attempting not to cut myself
trying to refrain from
asking for help.
Hurt and pain is like a disease
of which i feel oh so ashamed.
I cant escape it
my soul has been raped
I cant deny it
its with me to my grave....
You were the one I thought was different
you were the one I thought I
could trust,
but in the end we realize love is nothing but a passionate
embrace of lies and lust
betrayal and disorder
in a world so cruel forever making you feel
smaller and smaller.
I cut my thigh
my wrists can lie
you cant see the scars but when it is I
alone I see the pain
and just wish it weren't so hard to explain.
I've been lied to before and will probably
be lied to a million times more
as my blood pours out
its my sacrifice of pain, I just want you to know
I did this so you don't see how I
feel... I choose to suffer in the silence of serenity
where darkness is my friend
and I become empty and cold...
Trying to deny how I feel
when it is really my soul that I have sold.
I'm going to say that I'm okay
I'm going to put on a fake smile
but its the scars on my thigh
that I no longer can deny....
