You won't understand what I'm about write but i know what i mean

So now my box is srinking,
the demon returns
and all i have is a knife...

again

My blade shines in the sun of my pitch black world.

I see you through my tearful eyes
welcome you through my broken smile
yet you still dont realise i exsist
you still think im invisible

I can remember that girl so well
she bottled up her depression
she never told a sole
she didnt think anyone wud understand
she grieves over the boy she never had
she never had him, never lost him, yet she grieves

Im not afraid of the dark, its the only place i fel safe in

People are asking me 'whats wrong'
people are saying 'wy are you so sad?'
now i realise, my mask is fading
you can see my wrists
yoyr can se the slits
you can see my face
and my tears

All alone with crimson tears
as all i dream about is my pain
my fears that ill never have a chance
with you

I feel so depressed
but i wont end it all
because i cant think of letting that girl
win you, when i need you
she just wants you

I dont get the word goodbye
its not good
and i wont get by

Derpressed?
i'll tell you what to do
get yourself a knife
and push it right through
until you see the blood