I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
Crying to myself
Trying to be happy,
Failing miserably
Another cut upon my skin,
Another knife sinking in
Doing nothing but causing harm
The scars so real, never shall they fade,
Can’t they understand for death, I pray.
As I sit, weep and die
I cut so deep...watching the blood seep,
But I can’t stop, it’s an addiction
My soft skin, now is friction
I hate who I am inside,
As my outside lives a lie
My life has never been perfect,
And I doubt it ever will be
Just wishing I could die
For no one will even notice
They never notice me
