My chest is sore
My arms ache
My wrists bleed
My hands shake
When I look in the mirror
I see the person I hate
When I say there's something wrong with me
There's no debate
I get so insecure sometimes
And I feel like I'm going crazy
Nobody can save me from myself
Because my vision's already hazy
I wish you could help
But there's no way in
The blood's already seeping out
And the cuts have already been made in my skin
I know what I'm doing to myself is wrong
But I don't care anymore
It feels so much better
Than what happened before
You say I'm not normal
But what does that mean
You tell me there's something wrong with me
Because I'm an "alien": a teen
What do you want me to say
That I'm wrong by having that knife under my bed
Do you really want me to lie
Do you really want to be misled
I don't think you want to hear
What I've got to say
So I'll leave you to thing
And pray
What do you expect
I'm hear all alone
With the one person I hate most
Here on my own...
nor·mal (nôrml) adj.: Conforming with, adhering to, or constituting a norm, standard, pattern, level, or type; typical; Functioning or occurring in a natural way; lacking observable abnormalities or deficiencies.
