Are you real
you sit back and watch
you see people in pain
you see people dying
you see me here crying
do you not care
or do you just not want to leave your chair
I'm dying here
I need someones help
Just one person to ask
is everything OK
as I'm writing this I'm looking at the blade thats lying near me
would you forgive me
I'm black and blue
and to sore to move
I'll have to live in hell for a few more days
Are you the devil dressed up like a leader
Should i bow down to you
or disguise you
Should i keep fighting
or just lye here and start dying
the shine in my eyes
are those tears I'm hiding
I try to tell my self your still with me
that your always protect me
but who am i kidding
is just a lie
nobody loves me
except the blade that will never leave my skin
that will show me who i really am
