I can't describe these feelings,and i don't know why,I'm sitting here again,listening to me cry.Usually i would sit,so quietly alone,afraid to release these tears,in this place i call my own.Why do i have this mind,where thoughts run freely through,about the time i nearly died,and i see the face of you.I see the pupils pointing,and laughing in my face,and without speaking a single word,i know it's me they hate.I'll get into this trance,the numbness in my side,unable to get out of here,unable to just hide.
I used to care about myself,but not now i am sad,i don't want to be myself,or live the life i had,why can't i be somebody,that doesn't have to fight,somebody here made a mistake,so why cant they put it right?.
I used to see the blade,as a way of setting free,the anger that i held inside,and the pain thats killing me.
Inside my head it's cloudy,everything is mixed,broken into tiny pieces,things that can't be fixed.No wonder I'm so confused, no wonder i couldn't see,the answer was just sitting there,and waiting just for me.But why didn't i just take it..i let it slip away,i fight myself,i need some help,it's too late now to say..
