Goodbye

Don't label me for my scars
I'm more than just pink lines
If you learn to look past my past
I'll let you see using my eyes

What I did wasn't easy
But the pain I felt was good
You really can't understand where I'm coming from
Though I wish for just one second you could

I understand that I hurt many people
I got called stupid for what I did
I understand all their frustration
But they didn't know the pain I hid

No one attempted to look further than the surface
Attempted to look for what I kept inside
But I think they would get it completely
If I explained why I wanted to die

From everyday with a beating mother
To every night crying myself to sleep
This is not even the beginning
Of the many reasons I cut so deep

Family Feuds and hurtful deaths
Striking words that pierced my skin
All the things that damaged my mind
It wouldn't suprise you now knowing it will never end

Cuts are just cuts
Unless you make them bleed
Slicing through every vain I have
Just to try to make someone see

Pain is still deep within my soul
Buried beneath all my unspoken lies
Everything I think before I go to bed
Everything including the hurtful goodbyes

Keep telling me that I'm wrong
For all the things I do
Keep telling me it's just an emo thing
When you really don't have a clue

Stop looking at me like I'm something to disect
When you really don't give a sh*t
Don't try to tell me to get help
When it's something you don't even halfway get

I can't stop with a snap of a finger
It's nothing I do for fun
It's something I no longer control
Like a pulled trigger on a gun

This doesn't give you incite
Though I'm trying to tell you my mind
All the things I've named are only some of all
The things that make me wanna leave this world behind

Yea, I may be just another emo kid
The same problems as alot of others
But I take everything given emotionally
Only because no one ever bothers

So I'll go home tonight
And cry like I usually do
Take my razorblade of my shelf
And make all my scars brand new

You'll go home to find love
Open the door to a nice family
I'll go home to my nice, clean room
Surrounded by people who don't give a damn about me

You'll continue to think
That cutting is just something I do to pass time
And I'll continue doing what I'm doing
Making this my last goodbye