I only started writing because it helped me release emotions that I kept bottled up. |
Life is confusing,
Life is a mess...
How can I be happy and yet so sad at the same...
Why am I always asking the same questions in each...
The sadness comes, and the sadness goes.
But the depression inside only grows...
Suicidal thoughts running through my head.
You don't know how many times I wished I were...
Nothing is meaningful.
Nothing is free...
There is only one way to understand cutting and I wouldn't wish it on anybody |
A song can make me feel like I'm not alone, when I feel like no one understands what I'm going through. |
The cuts on my arms and the tears on my face are something that you can not escape |