Once I tell you about my life
you will think I'm alright
and your right my life is great
my friends love me and I live with no hate
I'm in the "smart" classes
but I'm not a nerd the one you think wears glasses
I'm a cheerleader and I'm starter for basketball and volleyball
I spend every Saturday with my friends at the mall
me and my parents get along great
I follow all the rules and I'm never home late
so you think its all perfect so far right?
But you'll never know what happens at night
I cry myself to sleep
hugging my pillow with a silent weep I hate who I'm becoming
I hide from all my problems I just keep running
my pants are getting tighter
and all I want is to be lighter
I try not to eat
but I cant take the heat
so I hate myself more
so I run to my room and lock the door
I grab the knife
thinking how I hate my life
I began to feel tears
as I think of all my fears
I lift up the blade and look at my skin
I brought it down to my wrist and there it all begin
I see the blood coming out
I try to keep it in but I wanna shout
I wipe it off and set down the knife
once again I hate my life
I stood up and turned off the light
thats what happens every night...
