I need someone to be here for me,
to hold me...

Suicide is mysterious
and no one wants to talk about it right...

I am not the same as I used to be,
I am not the little girl who giggles and smiles...

These scars show the pain I'm in,
I know people see them...

I'm trapped inside a world of depression and hate,
let me out please...

I love him,
with the air i breath...

What do you see when you look at me?
A happy, smiley, goofy, girl...

I am just sitting here,
existing the whole world walks on by...

"Whats that on your arm?" she asks
"Oh, its nothing just a scratch" I say...

My smile is broken,
you made it this way...