The end

I'm so sick of this life
i just wish i could hold on tight.
people always call me names
all because I'm just not the same.
i go out on the streets
and they start to call me a creep.
i run home and start to weep
wishing my life i could keep.
i decide to live another day,
maybe to see if things could change.
but the only thing that ends up changing is me
cause inside a little more i bleed.
at school I'm all alone
while everyone else has friends to adore.
nobody has seen the pain behind these eyes,
the lies after lies.
they don't see the chick with the knife,
the chick who cuts herself at night.
I've never had any friends,
that's why this is the end.