You talk about struggle not knowing the pain, when your days are sunny all I get is rain, damn near starving from not enough to eat, going to bed hungry not thinking about sleep; sitting in the corner with nothing but a knife contemplating on whether or whether not i should take my own life? so instead i cut my wrist while it soaks up the pain. hiding my scars and pretending its all okay;a happy life is what im trying to display.my pain finds its way out, so i look to drugs and they lead me atray...weed introduced me to things i just cant explain. how can i know right if all im taught is wrong? i guess in life you have to learn things on your own...
