No matter how hard she tries to change, they won't let her. They push her down, calling her emo, saying she's stupid and worthless. When will her pain end?

It hurts her to know that so many people hate her, even though they don't know her. They hate her because of the scars on her wrists.

Every morning, she wakes up with a smile, knowing that she's one day closer to the end of forever.

The minutes on the clock tick our lives away.

You stand there alone, as always and forever.

You say you're sorry, then you turn right around and you do it again. But this time where you turn back to me, I'm won't be there.

In the end, it doesn't even matter.

She's backing off. That's what he wants. He swears he loves her, he builds her up, but then he pushes her to her lowest.

Things aren't how they use to be. And this time, we can't resolve this by one of us simply saying sorry. Things have gone to far for that.

Maybe I do come off as strong. But that doesn't mean I don't fall asleep crying. Maybe I do swear that nothing is wrong. Or maybe, just maybe I'm really good at lying.