Every time they speak i cut a little deeper |
As i sit in the dark and cry |
Even tho my world is falling |
Every time i think about wat u did i hate u even more every time i think about how i couldnt stop u i cut a little deeper every time i think about how she didnt care i wish my life was over |
U asked me y i am depressed its coz i have nothing to be happy about |
Just because i dont tell u my problems doesnt mean that their not there |
Even tho i say im happy i dont really mean it |
Although i dont feel like dying today the hurt is still there lingering in the depths of my broken soul |
I always have cried myslef to sleep ever since i can remember but i h8 the crying where it hurts so much u cant breathe and every tear drop is a part of ure hell |
When i think about the pain i think about a blade |