You only see me with my head up high
I know if I want to share my problems I can write
I can always come to you with anything
But I never want you to be a part of my fight
I don’t think I’m to proud to get help
It’s just the opposite – I don’t want to bother
They don’t need my problems
I’ll keep it to myself instead of share to other
A very dear friend or some shrink can’t help me
What can they possible do when I can’t help myself?
One will say a lot of wise words, the other too much sweet-talk
Me – I just want to find a solution to my life without help
It’s not the same anymore – I miss my self harm!
One day I couldn’t do it, and I wanted it so bad
It has been taken away from me all of sudden
I was furious at myself and became angry and sad
My only way out of pain is gone
Now I’m nothing but a mess you see
I can’t cry, can’t cut, wont burn
It’s really not fun to be me!!
I feel I’m the wrong kind of right
My knife has become useless to my pain
Don’t know what to do anymore
Soon or longer I will no more be sane!
