I sit in my room all alone
I can't hear anything but the pain, my throat tightens up and the anger and depression begins to come.
I grab the blade and begin to cut
I see the anger
I see the pain
I'm cutting it away.
I ain't got to worry about anything everyone is o.k. as long as they think I'm happy,
So i keep the fake face on when i walk around but someone's got to know how I feel
Someone got to feel the pain I do
the anger I feel
the sadness I feel
or is it just me wanting to end my life cause i can't take it?
A kid my age ain't suppose to worry about the bills or if they have enough money to get by with
A kid my age ain't suppose to go to sleep wondering if she going to get a call in the middle of the night about her mom drinking and driving
or wake up to find that her one that she talked to and loved has passed away...
A kid my age is suppose to enjoy every second of life
but not me there is to many of these evil thoughts running through my head..
*this is by my friend heart breaker tell me what u think*
