Being healthy is just a slow form of dieing

I tried to bleed, but no blood came out
i tried to cry, but no tears were shed
he finally broke me

I slit my wrists my wrist knowing i'll finally be happy, dieing with a first true smile in years knowing i was free from him

Just another year of fake grins and forced smiles, covering up the pain and sadness

Just another day behind another smiling mask