The pain I feel, I try & hide,
Pretending I'm not hurting deep down inside,
All my emotions I keep locked in,
Why do I always listen to the voice within?
The truth about me has not been revealed,
Nothing will come out of my mouth, my lips are sealed,
I don't understand, their my friends
Will they take notice when my life ends?
They don't know I need help & advice,
I guess i have to guide myself,
What if I do the wrong thing?
Will they understand what I'm going through when I'm missing?
I'm a fake, a fony, one big lie,
No-one sees these tears I cry,
I soon made good friends with a knife,
I'm sick & tired of living my life,
Everyday knife would visit & cut my wrist,
End leave me with blood pouring down to my fist,
Day & night my hearts filled with sorrow,
Soon enough knife decided to cut to deep, and I never got a chance to see tomorrow,
I was prepared for this day,
I left a note next to me, were dead on the floor I lay, It was for my "friends" with the words i never had a chance to say,
It said: " That person you'd talk to, the so called real me,
It wasn't me, I'm not the loud, fun & hyper person I use to be, I thought that soon enough you'd understand and see, Happiness was the name of my cover up, my fake identity."
