She cut herself bad
Her wrists are still bloody...

Scream into Silence
I only wished...

If you could only know the things that you do
When I'm alone there sleeping in my room...

I put a bandaid on my wrist,
It hides the scars...

I cut my arm as if it isn't there
I scream, there's too much blood, I'm in despair...

There is a pink elephant in the room
not a small one either...

Your just like the kamikaze of honesty
Nothing you don't say and nothing I cant see...

I'm so tired of waiting
I cant stand the tests of time...

And here I am yearning for something beautiful...
I want to feel so nice...

Once the bricks where falling down
and the walls were cracking by the days...