Every night I would unleash the pain,
Unleash the screams which send me insane,
Onto my wrist where blood would fall,
Do you even know this girl at all?
You don’t believe I would do such a thing,
It does not end, nor does it begin,
It’s getting to easy to pretend I’m alright,
Wishing I would just die each night,
So I turned to the razors cold blade,
To prove I did not have it made,
People wondered why I cried,
They did not realise, inside I had died,
Because I had put on this show,
For no-one but me to know,
They don’t see the things I want them too,
All the pain I’ve been caused by you,
You live your life, you keep on going,
Whilst I live mine, I keep on knowing,
What you did, how it was so wrong,
How it went on for far to long,
People don’t always see your true side,
Maybe I don’t want them to, so instead I lied,
They might just know or maybe don’t care,
Wondering what made my life so unfair,
They only see the scars on my wrist,
From the razor blade I slammed down with my fist,
I don’t want to be like this, but I cant help it,
The truth is shown as I carry on each slit,
To leave it all behind it what I need,
Because people don’t realise, each night I bleed.
