What ever happened to the sweet little innocent me?

Because i cry myself to sleep, does it make me weak?
Because i cut when i feel pain, does it make me mental?
Because i wish this life was over, does it make me suicidal?

I'll be just fine pretending im not....

How can you be truly happy when i know you cry yourself to sleep and you cut everynight?
How could you think that no one cares enough to give a damn about you?
What the fuk am i?

So after everything thats happened between us you still want me....

Im dead inside and nobody knows cause i look fine....

Each time i hear you cut i die just a little bit more inside.....
Each time i cut i bring that little bit back to life for just a moment.....

My heart is broken but still continues to fcuking beat!!!

I GIV UP.... MY LIFE IS OVER AS OF NOW.... MY HEART IS EMPTY.... MY WRIST ENGRAVED.... SAY GOODBYE TO WHO YOU ONCE THOUGHT YOU KNEW....

Im out of love
With a fcuked up life!!