Behind these blue eyes

I'm dying inside
And no one sees
I act like nothings wrong
I wish that could be

Every week or so
At least once i cry
sometimes I feel I'm going back to the days
Where I thought I wanted to die

I know I don't want to die
Other people have a worse life
But when I step into my house
I feel again like taking out the knife

i wrote this about a year ago...but i guess it still applies