Wounds are meant for healing

I wake up and stare at my reflection
whispering the words, it will be worth it today
ignoring the things telling me I'm lying
i promise myself, smile and everything will be okay

saying good bye i walk out the door
its still dark but I'm walking down the street
i don't wanna face the world today
my heads down, I'm looking at my feet

I'm stepping off the bus
to make an effort at saying hello
plaster on my smile, and concentrate on what their saying
I'm trying hard to not let it show

today i cant focus
Ive got other things on my mind
like searching for the hope
that i wont ever find

i sit down at the table and laugh at my friends
this is just another day that i wont eat
repeating in my mind, your disgusting no one likes you
the sickening voices are getting hard to beat

tonight you told me of a girl
who lives each day in confusion and fear
and once again i learned the lesson
things are always different then they appear

some how i have all these questions
but no one knows the answer
there taking over my body
like some kind of cancer

whats wrong with this world?
why is everyone so depressed....
every night I'm sick with worry
i know I'm getting way to stressed

another night lost in self destruction
the way it makes me sick hurts more than the sting
every time you do this i cry myself to sleep
all i think about is the pain that this will bring

i wont pretend like nothing happened
or that i don't know about your feeling
if i could i would take away the pain
so your wounds could start healing