Its hard to reach out for help
And it scares the hell out of me.
I want you to know my thoughts
But its my own fault - I cant make you see.
I'm not drawing on my skin anymore
Or maybe I would just like to think so.
I'm a little messed up right now
When I want to cut my conscience scream no!
People say my kind are f*u*c*ked up
I don't know, maybe they are the ones.
None of them know what they are talking about
I'm not crazy or insane, sometimes it just comes.
I love my friends, all of them
Wish they would notice my other side
I'm too poor to show them how.
Some help would mean a lot in this fight.
I regret I didn't answer when you asked
Now I'm too afraid to go to you
I'm not all that happy as you think
Why cant you tell my lies from the truth?
So many questions in my head right now
Think about them all the time
Do you even see how I'm not present?
Need you to help me out of these thoughts of mine.
