What a waste
a life lived in haste
gone so quick
it makes me sick
how could this be true?
what am i supposed to do?
people here then people lost
who should pay the cost?
what happened to this perfect life?
now it's only strife
with not a friend in sight
i drift away into the night
who's to say what's right or wrong?
who's to say who's weak or strong?
days go by
and yet I'm left to wonder why
why did this happen to me?
is there something wrong with being free?
feelings hidden deep inside
why should i have to hide,
everything i truly am
it seems this whole life is a scam
people can look me in the eyes and tell me a lie
why should i be the one left to cry?
paying the price for other's mistakes
is this what it really takes?
why does it have to be so hard?
i wish life was like a birthday card,
full of happiness and laughter
but what i have is what comes after
all the yelling, screaming, and fights
crying alone many nights
is this how life is supposed to be?
strict and firm so i can't be me
who am i but a lonely child
someone they say has gone too wild
but all i need is someone to care
someone who will always be there
but you can't always have what you need
so here i am, left here to bleed
life is too crazy
or is it just that I'm lazy?
too lazy in the mind...
i can't comprehend, it's like I'm blind
but i see what happens around
and i jump at the sound,
of another gun shot to the head
someone else who wanted to be dead
people braver than me
but why couldn't they see?
there's always another day,
or am i just the one looking the wrong way?
sometimes i just sit and cry
wishing i could die
wanting to slit my wrist
wondering if I'd really be missed
but the cut is never deep enough
God, this life is too rough
holding back my hidden pain
my bleeding heart lost and slain
what am i supposed to do?
no one wants to know what's true
so many depressing lives
ended with bloody knives
what a perfect thought
just leave my soul to rot
i couldn't make it if i tried
too many people have lied
I'm not sure of what's real
i don't even know the things i feel
pain, hate, tears, and lies,
with all of these my soul slowly dies
leaving me empty and alone
i can't do this on my own
i stare at the scars on my arm
why do i cause myself harm?
it's the feel of the blood
as it runs down my arm in a flood
an innocent child lost without hope
this is the only way to cope
you say it's all in my head
that i don't really wanna be dead
but you're wrong!
i just can't be strong
so here i sit alone and cold
the red on the floor becoming bold
but i won't die
I'm just a few cuts shy
I'm not trying to be like this
but I've felt the deadly kiss
leaving it's mark deep inside of me
not letting my dear soul free
tormented sleep
this fall is too deep
i don't know if i can make it through
but there's only one thing i can do
sit and wait for these wounds to mend,
but if they don't, this life I'll end.
