Behind my eyes,
a young girl cries.
I hide behind a smile,
but I can only fake it for a while.
I talk to my friends tell them every things okay,
but I lie to them when I tell them I want to stay.
My suicide notes are held within,
a new one for each and every sin.
My friends tell me, if I pass on I will be missed
but my scars will still stay hidden upon my wrist,
and my tears will stay hidden inside,
until the day that I die.
So now I set here in my room,
hoping death will find me soon.
Hot tears burn my cheek,
as I take my one last weep.
