Fake

This broken heart
another empty soul
my wrist have been bleeding
a little to long
i have no more feeling
inside im past dead
but my body is crying
to keep hold of my head
so ill put on a smile
and a bracelet or two
ill walk my straight line
right in front of you
you wont see them
the scars on my wrists
and no one will no
that i was put up to this
the demons inside me
they want to brake free
but ill hold it together
so that you can not see