Little girl, why do i cry?
why wont i go to sleep at night?
why do i lie, and stare at the wall?
why am i weak when i should stand tall?
why do i cut and leave marks on my skin?
why do i always suppress the pain within?
why do i smile when everyones looking
but when they turn, I'm always sulking
why can't i speak when everyones around?
why do i scream, but don't make a sound?
I'm surrounded by people, yet i feel alone
I'm always laughing, but its a different story at home
at home, I'm cold, alone and I'm always being abused
i lie on the floor, feeling so confused
why did god choose me, what did i do?
why am i always being abused
i haven't done anything wrong
i always feel the need to stop living on
i want to die, and to be set free
all because i hate being me
