Does anyone else know what it feels like
to cry yourself to sleep every night?
Does anyone else wish that when they
wake everything will be all right?
If I speak up I’ll find I’m not alone,
Others have fallen off the wagon,
but I’m sure I was thrown.
I blame others for my disgrace,
When I’m sharply torn apart with a mace,
Really I’m broken inside.
As I count how many times today I’ve lied,
I fall into a sleepless slumber,
As I reach an infinite number.
The dreams I have are full of pain,
And when I wake the pain will remain.
Memories are black and white,
I can’t remember why I started to fight,
I can’t remember why I started to cry,
All I do know is that everyday I want to die.
Even in my restless sleep,
As I continue to slowly weep,
The reason is lost deep inside of me,
On myself I let my anger be set free,
I look around and all is calm,
So why do I have the urge to self harm?
