Jar Of Emotions

I have this little bottle
that's filled with lots of hurt
its a place thats called a heart
that tells me all my worth

It stings and it jumps
and i can hear it cry
as i look down at my sleeves
wondering why

Wondering why i do this
or why i ever started
its funny to ask those questions
i guess I'm just retarded

The reason i have cuts
each one with its own story
is because I'm so deep
and don't know where I'm going

It was something that was small
but grew with my pain
it was something i wanted to stop
but the razor called my name

I don't know what to do
I'm just left sitting here
as my hands fill with water
a little thing called tears

Tears don't matter anymore
because they are so common
i do it every night
at least I'm being honest

Am i truly being honest
no not honest to myself
maybe what they don't see
is that I'm hiding in myself

The breath's that i am breathing
are ending pretty fast
soon i will be gone
just a glimpse within the past