Hiding hurtful things inside
Contemplating suicide
Not knowing how i truly feel
Acting as if depression is no big deal
Pretending everything is fine
Trying hard to hide the crimson lines
Attempting to mend my broken heart
Wandering hopelessly through the dark
Wearing a fake smile, to cover my pain
Giving so much, yet there's nothing to gain
Branding myself with anything sharp
Hoping someday i won't be broken apart
Feeling lost and empty, but nobody knows
Not understanding my emotions, nor the paths i have chose
Holding the knife in the palm of my hand
Wondering why i can't understand
Enjoying the feeling of blood on my wrist
Knowing i may not be missed
Watching as my existance fades
Relieved by thinking i won't live to see another day
