I'm sick of hiding

I took out the knife
when i came home today
let out my anger
and put my happiness away

I'm so sick of hiding
i want everyone to no
all they Paine they bring
and where it goes

so now everyone listen
I'm back to the knife
i use it almost everyday
and it helps me threw life

i don't care if you do
but you obviously should
cause you brought that Paine
that was no good

you called me names
that were so untrue
i shouldn't of let it bother me
but i was confused

i took it personally
i took it at heart
that was my first attempt
to tear my arms apart

just my last
was from a guy
who really didn't care
so why did I

I'm really sick of hiding
but i don't just want to say
I cut myself
almost everyday?

I'm sick of smiling
its not even real
I'm so fake
thats how i feel

so now i wont ware long sleeves
to cover up my ams and marks
they'll tell the story's
i took at heart

~yeah not done i like it so far... what do you think?~

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