Victim of Myself

Blood on my wrists,
Tears down my cheeks.
I cannot hold on,
I cannot breathe.
Because even after I tried,
I'm still broken inside.

I'm so sick of crying,
So tired of feeling this shame.
Even though I'm smiling,
Within I hold so much pain.

And I have got no place to go,
My heart has lost its beat.
But I'm still here, alive,
No matter how much I bleed.

And there's blood on my wrists,
Tears down my cheeks.
I cannot hold on,
I cannot breathe.
Because even after I tried,
I'm still broken inside.

No one knows the real me,
No one wants to keep me safe.
I've become a victim of myself,
I hold so much self hate.

I'm so numb to it all,
It's like I've already died.
Self harm is my only way,
To show that I'm still alive.

Because there's blood on my wrists,
Tears down my cheeks.
I cannot hold on,
I cannot breathe.
Because even after I tried,
I'm still broken inside.