I hide my real feelings
behind a broken smile,
With nothing to do,
And nowhere to go...
I feel so useless,
people treat me like stepping stool,
"oh, you're a human being?"
questions,
going towards me,
Making me feel like crap,
With nothing stopping me,
So I take the knife and slice my wrists,
Trying so hard to release the anguish that I am feeling.
I am alone.
