I know im not who im made out to be,
I act happy like some part of me is free.
I play sports and have lots of friends,
The wounds that have been caused will never be mend.
Ya, life at home is great! Im not going to lie,
But when im alone in the dark i cry..
stress and fears await for me when i am alone,
Finally when the hit i pick up the phone.
Kirby my good friend is always there,
Just not this time, its not fair.
I take my silver blade and glide on my skin,
The beauty seeping out is from within.
All i rely on is my blood and tears,
This dark shadow that follows me is all my fears.
* not finnished yet but read
