You'd think i have a good life
and nothing was wrong
you don't know
you just cant see
my life is not what it seems
i want to die
theres so much in my head
so much i cant explain
on the outside i look
just fine
but on the inside
screaming for help
their's so much stress
so much pain
i just loose control
loose sight of everything
i cry at night
sometimes i wonder why
I'm this way
and why know one
understands
know one can see
all they can see is
a fake smile on my face
but they disregard
all the tears
all the scars
I'm not OK
i hope one day
you can see that
even if the day
you realize
ill be gone forever
and you'll be 2 late
but attest you'll know
I'm not OK
and thats why i have to go
