You look at her, what do you see?
A smile, laughter, happy as can be?
But when I look I see the pain behind her eyes
Her silent battle, her painful cries

Im reaching out for help but i cnt find your hand

Dont look at me and say ive changed
i just cant hide this pain any longer

As u run ur hands upon my wrists and look into my eyes
You see my fear, shame, pain and my hope that ull undastand
But when i look into ur eyes i see nufin not even a gleamer of pity

As u run ur hand along my wrists
u find scars of wounds past
but each iz a reminder
that u werent der when i needed u most

Where are the hands that helped me walk?
Where is the voice that taught me how to talk?
You walked away dear mother
And now that i need you i know u wont be there
And all i am left with is my deep dispear

You took my breathe away
Thats why im laying stone cold in my grave

Looking at her
I see a fake smile and bloody wrists
But the real twist
Is I am looking in the mirror

You won’t find the cuts upon my wrists
They fell upon my heart
Where no one can see
But me

The scars upon my wrists will heal
unlike the scars upon my heart which never will