Misery

If there was one cloud in the sky
it'd be raining on me
I wish I could fly
then I'd be free
but I'm just stuck here
in my depression
can't get over my obsession
of slitting my wrists
I smash the mirror with my fist
can't stand to look at that girl
I can see it in her eyes
all she wants to do is die
But does anyone else notice
the sadness
do they hear her cries
but wouldn't they say something
or would they just turn their heads
I wish that girl I see in the mirror
wasn't me
I wish I could be happy
but happiness is far from where I am
All I see is darkness
and the blade
that is my release
The only thing that makes me feel better
someday soon
everyone will see
that for every hurtful word
there's another scar on my wrist
I don't think I can live like this
for much longer