Fake

As I cry I think about how much more i can take.
Im sick of being this girl whos fake.

I always were a fake smile to make you think everythings all right.
I dont want you to know that living is a constant fight.

Its always night after night day after day. Not wanting to live my life this way.

I always were sleeves to cover my arms.
I dont think you would understand my self harm.

Cutting is one pain i can control.
Feeling the pain makes my body Hole.

I dont do it that often and yea that is true.
Do you ever have the thought that maybe its because of you?