I cut myself so someone maybe would see
my pain and how alone I can be.
But noone notice and here I sit and cry
In my lonlyness souroned by clueless eyes.
I don\'t know how to be happy again.
Smiling all day.
And the scares on my wrists fading away.
I hide my arms away so noone will see.
But I can never fully succed.
One or two eyes will see.
How I despeatly try to flee.
They don\'t know how I feel.
They will never know how depressing this can be.
I used to be cheerful and popular.
Everyone knew me and loved me for me.
But then something happend.
Something changed inside of me.
I started becomming depressed.
Soon everyone became a fool.
They actually belived me when I said
It will be okay in a day or two.
Some now know that I am not so okay.
They think I\'m trying to get better,
but they should see it on my face when I lie.
Instead they stand aside and watch me die.
But they don\'t look very hard do they?
I wonder if they even care?
Maybe they just act off when I\'m there.
But now I know that I no longer care.
But still the eyes that see me
hide away and don\'t tell.
And once again I\'m alone with a knife
in the middle of the night.
