Yes I've had my share of family problems
Yes I've had my share of fights with friends
But I'm just human
Just like everyone else
Nobody's perfect
Nobody always chooses the right path
Or the right decision
So I'm depressed
So I'm drained of emotions
With no hope left,
Barely a reason to stay alive
My minds a prison
I feel as if I can't escape
Unless I'm high on pills or drinking
I don't cry to much
My eyes might burn
But no matter how crazy shit gets,
Still no tears stream down my ugly face
I'm suicidal, for gods sake its about time I stop hiding
The truth be told
That I've been cutting my wrists since age 12
I've been a drug user since age 12
I've been a loser since then too
But don't give me that pity shit
Because I don't want it
demons where are you?
hmm there hiding now
I don't feel them, nor do I see them now
But soon they will be back
To give me another reason to scar myself
To wear those pretty plastic bracelets to hide my wounds
For awhile I was fine, or so I thought, and now I'm lost in my old place
The place I hate to be.
This time you wont find me,
You wont be able to save me,
I'm to far gone now.