When I used to get inspired
I didn't how it got there
It's not like I had anyone
There that would care
I told myself that no one loved me
That I would die alone
I would put on a smile to hide my pain
But glimpses were still shown
I always wore sweaters
Even if it was really hot outside
I had pain and regret
That I thought I had to hide
I heard what people said behind my back
But I just walked the other way
I would go home and cut
Living like this for yet another day
I cried tears of blood but they were tears
That should've never been shed
So many people just watched
As my heart bleed
I had friends
But they began to fade
The more time we spent apart
The more times I took out my blade
I knew my life could get worse
So you'd never hear me complain
But no one knew what I went through
Or why it is that I loved the rain
I isolated myself
I would let no one in
I didn't want anyone to see what I did
Because to them it was a sin
I would sit alone
With thoughts of death in my head
Soon tears and blood would mix
And I'd be passed out on the bed
Some days I would get so depressed
That I would cut to the bone
All because of these thoughts
And afraid to die all alone
I thought I could never love again
That my heart would always be shattered
I had nothing good in my life
And I no longer mattered
So now when I get inspired
I'm no longer sketchy
For I write about pain and suffering
I write about me...
