I look at all these couples,
Then I look at you.
Why can't we be a couple?
I really like you and everything.
Why can't you just like me back?
Everytime I see them holding hands,
I get so jealous and depressed.
Then their holding each other.
Why can't i have someone to hold?
All I need is a sholder to cry on,
Just a hand to hold.
I want to cry, but I can't.
They ask me if I'm okay,
If I feel left out because I'm single.
Then I have to lie,
And tell them everything's alright.
That just makes me want,
To cry even hard, but still,
I can't show my true feelings.
I don't want their pity,
Because that'll ruin their day.
I conceal it very well,
So you can't see what I do.
I Take my thumb nail,
Then dig it into my wrist,
And wonder how much more I can take,
Until took much blood drips.
Did you see the marks on my leg?
Did you think they were scratches?
Well then, how the hell does one person,
Get over 30 "scratches" in one spot?
Now do you understand me?
I should have brought my knife,
It's not like they totally checked bags.
I would slip into the bathroom,
Cut my leg a few more times,
Wait for the blood to stop,
And come out like nothing happened.
That they would think nothing of it.
Even if we were together,
Would I have to tell you?
How would I explain it?
Would you even understand?
Or would you call me psycho,
And just dump me?
How will I tell you about,
The real me,
The one you do not see.
How would you react to it?
Would you even care?
Will you understand why?
Would you even worry?
I even worry about myself.
I'm so scared that one day,
I just can't take it anymore,
And I move up to my wrists,
ANd the blood dripps too fast.
Then I can't stop the flow.
I will just wait until the end.
If so, what would you do.
Would you even cry?
Would you even shed a single tear?
