I sit here feeling so alone crying in my room
they all cant hear my Cries now but their filled with so much gloom
they all wonder how I got this way
why I'm not happy and why I'm not here to stay
they don't understand all the pain they cause me
just because I'm not as perfect as they all want me to be
maybe I'll stop eating or start cutting my wrists
whatever they want from me just push and insist
because in the end its like I'm not doing it at all
if their they reason I feel like this and their the reason I fall
it'd be like them not letting me eat
or holding the knife to my wrist or my throat they'd be my defeat
so in the end it wouldn't be suicide
because if I wanted doing it myself it wouldn't be my fault I died
so if I die and you all wonder why just think to yourself just a little that it was your fault to
that because of you I hated myself along with all of you
