All my dreams are turning into nightmares

Let me tell you a secret... I chose cutting over suicide

Trust takes a long time to earn,

But when somebody breaks it,

You turn against the world

And everything’s a lie

That you say.

I keep dreaming of the past which makes me want to kill myself even more

Crying in the rain where no one can see my tears

I can't sleep because my dreams have turned into nightmares

My heart is like paper.. It can be ripped into two pieces, but can never be put back together

I hit this elastic band against my wrist hoping the addiction of cutting will go away

The blood down the bath makes me want to use the blade even more

Am I pretending enough to fool everyone I'm happy?