I don't know what to do, I'm going insane,
I'm causing myself, more and more pain.
I don't care any more, I just want to go,
But how can I tell them, why I'm feeling so low.
They wouldn't understand, "That's Stupid" they'll say,
But they'll never know why, I feel this way.
I don't love myself, so i understand why you don't,
I try to explain why, so they understand, but they won't.
My insecurities I'll hide, from them all,
No one will realize, when I start to fall.
I'll smile, and laugh, pretend that I'm fine,
Only I will know, when I cross the line.
The cuts get deeper, each night when I try,
And sometimes, i just breakdown and cry.
I can't explain, the way that I feel,
Sometimes I feel happy, but then things get too real
I may have a smile, when I'm out with my friends,
But sometimes it's easier to, just pretend.
Other times I am happy, but it doesn't seem to last,
Sometimes i wish, i could erase my past.
Some friends, are getting worried, but I don't want them to care,
I know they'll take it wrong, if i tell them i don't want them near.
But how can i leave, with them still around?
If i turn my back, then I can fall to the ground.
I'll try my very best, to succeed,
But If i fail, my knife is all I'll need.
With my knife, I can make it the end,
No longer would I have to pretend.
Someday soon, I will no longer be here,
Sometimes, somethings are just too hard to bare.
So if your reading this, please don't cry,
I will give you a chance, to say goodbye.
