All the tears are forming,
As they settle in my eyes.
I try to force on a smile,
And that is no surprise.
It's funny how my friends
Think I'm yet to be dying.
Although tears roll slowly,
Nobody asks if I'm crying.
It's like they can't afford,
To look well enough inside.
It'd be easy to end my life,
And the pain that I hide.
All I'm asking of someone,
Is please open your eyes.
It may hurt what you see,
But it might be a surprise.
I'm too afraid of the mirror,
And cuts upon my arms.
All the scars I have made,
From uncontrolled self-harm.
I've been to therapists,
And through lots of medications too.
I haven't figured out yet,
What I truly have to do.
I somehow think it's too late,
To be woken from dreams.
I've become aware of thoughts,
That tore me at the seams.
I know that I'd be delighted,
To feel so free once more.
When I had no regulations,
Of walking out the door.
But now I'm being watched,
Twenty four slash seven.
And I turn to my wrists,
When the clock strikes eleven.
I know it isn't a happy story,
And it mightn't be a surprise.
All I'm asking of you, today,
Is please open up your eyes.
