Sitting in class, I'm looking down
Thoughts going through my head making me frown
Down my cheeks, my tears start to crawl
Trying to stop, put my fears aside and take control
But its so hard, the thoughts are being hurled at me
I feel a sudden chill, wishing that in my room I can be
With no one around to see me cry
No one around to see my wrist so bloody
I can see classmates looking at me
I feel hugs and kisses laid on me
By people everyone calls my friends
I can't say they are, because it all ends
I see them looking at me, feeling that they are fake
I feel that I'm always being used, and real friends were something I couldn't make
I feel like everyone intends to pretend
they mean nothing, they always hurting me, they ain't real friends
I feel so afraid of every one around
Avoiding words, trying not to get hurt and fall to the ground
At home its not better, no one understands me
I'm always being put down, I know I'm never going to be free
Everyday, my tears want to crawl
When I'm emotionally hurt, I feel the need to let my blood fall
I have no one to call
No one I call a real friend, my tears and blade, that is all
