There's pain that she burdens and hides from the world.
Everyone thinking this smile is real.
But at night she cries so many lonely tears.
Never picked up the blade but is so tempted.
She feels good in the morning.
But school tears her apart.
Sadness comes back and knows ridicule will soon become of her.
Again she goes home, cries herself to sleep.
Another day of horror life.
Another day of tempted suicide.
Holding the blade, but doesn't cut.
Wanting to relieve all the sins of committed by preppy souls.
The repeating thoughts of every day life.
You think its so easy to wake up everyday.
Happy and cheerful knowing you are driving someone to an early death.
Life is so funny some times.
You think I'm so happy when you cut me like a knife.
Why pick up the blade when you do it for me.
These are my repeating thoughts of every day.
I want someone to know.
But too afraid no one will understand.
So I will have to live with my guilty conscious and hope these repeating thoughts don't come back today but deep inside I know it is so true they will.
