Remember

Scarred and crying,
my soul is dying.
I choose to hide who I really am,
So I lie to you again and again,
and as much as it breaks my heart,
it would break yours even more to know that your perfect angel isn't so perfect after all.
I cut my wrist,
so I can feel,
there's so many scars,
and each has a meaning,
but you don't understand.
You wouldn't believe me.
Yes, I make mistakes,
but I'm only human,
but somehow you wouldn't forgive me,
because your weak.
You see these tears of sadness?
No, I don't think you do,
because if you knew they were there, you'd cry too.
I would die to know you love me,
but you don't really care.
And as much as I love you,
this pain I can't bare.
So as you walk out again,
drunk like before.
Just remember next time you'll find me on the bedroom floor.

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