I always stood on others shoulders to stand tall
I didn't know how to be proud on my own
I've pushed away all the people that were close
because one day I decided to be alone
I've created a world without laughter
and my eyes now only see through my tears
I've gone crazy from lies and deceit
and I've been abandoned by most of my peers
I lock myself behind my bedroom door
and lay on my bed where I scream at myself
I've tried reaching out to someone close
but there's nobody here to seek help
I've thought about actually using the knife
that sits on the side of my bed each day
but I've decided that cutting my flesh
wont take all my emotional pain away
My fingers are too weak to pick up the phone
and my legs wont even let me stand right
I struggle to keep myself calm
but I cry myself to sleep every night
The only thing that is keeping me proud
is the love of my life, that's here by my side
He is who makes me feel special
and who's helping me to stay alive.
