This morning I woke up with a frown on my face.
Looking in the mirror I see how much I’ve changed.
I really miss those days where my smile didn’t have to be forced out.
Now all I do is hide in the dark,
Cry, cut…
That’s what my life has been about.
Sadness has taken over the rest of my emotions.
Laughter no longer exists in my days.
Smiling is not a matter because deep inside is where it all aches.
Deep inside, I hide that frown.
I only let it draw upon my face when no one is around.
The bleeding continues, drip, drop, drip, day by night, night by day.
Can’t stop cutting with my knife through my skin.
Though it makes me feel alive, it lasts so little time.
It’s not really worth cutting,
no matter what
it won't wake me up,
nor guide me toward light.
It leaves me back in the same place.
In the dark,
still breathing,
tears can't stop falling,
and not a living soul knows that within
I'm dying...
