I always get told to open up.
I always get told to let my feelings out.
But when i try to do that,
To me, everyone wants to shout.
I stopped talking for awhile,
And I turned to cutting instead.
Is that what you want me to do again?
Do you want my wrist to be red?
No, I don't think that's what you want.
I think you just want me to go ahead and die.
Would that make you happy?
We wouldn't get to say bye.
Then you could feel it also.
You could feel the pain I went through.
You said not to make a big deal about it.
But not saying good-bye broke my heart in two.
Did you know that ever night I cry?
I cry just because I miss him a lot.
I don't want to lose my other friends too.
You understood, at least that's what I thought.
But I guess I thought wrong.
You get mad whenever I talk.
I don't know what to do,
So away I will walk.
