I think of what to write
My mind has turned blank on me ones again
I sit here thinking what to say next
How to say it
How will they reacted
To the words I say
To the things I show and tell
My life then begins to open like a book
They begin to read my contacts of my broken soul within
They now know
Why I am me
Why I do these things to my self
Now they know
How I feel about everything
Now they know I can not cope
But I still do it
I dont care what they think anymore
Im just trying to get though
Its so hard
I cant handle it
But I try I control it
It makes me think
Nothing lasts for ever
Even if you try your hardest to make it
If I take the blade to my self
Everything I do now would be a waste
But then again I am a waste
A waste of breath
I wonder why am I still here
But then again don't we all
The pain I bring on to my self
Means nothing no pain I reflected on to myself
doesn't tell anyone how I really feel inside
No one understands me
And no one ever will.
