I say ...

I say I am fine,
with tears running down my face.
I say I won't cut again,
with a knife in my hands.
I say thank you, you really helped me,
with nothing but a lie.

They say don't worry we'll always be by your side.
When I look around all I see is myself, a kinfe, and tears that can't be stoped.

It's funny how with a smile, and a laugh even your best friends don't know your not ok tell you cut yourself.

Don't you see I am not happy.
I haven't been sience May 11, 2006.
I most likely never will be.
So when you see me smile,
When you see my laugh,
Know it is a cover up for all this pain I feel inside