I cut my wrists, hoping maybe someone will see them...
I fake a smile, wishing someone would tell me I know you fake it.
I even starve waiting for someone to ask why are you not hungry?
I wish someone would just ask!

Everyone keeps asking me if i'm okay..
what the hell do they want me to say?
no.. i'm not okay. and then what? so i
just smile and say i'm fine .. even tho
i'm really dying inside </3

No one knows the real me
No one knows what I'm thinking
No one understands me
No one know how I really feel
No one knows what I'm like under this mask
No one cares that they hurt me...

I swear, you call me an attention wh-re because i cry over getting molested?
Yet you cry over a broken nail, if you knew the pain i really feel, I swear to g-d, you'd still not feel a thing. Because you've never been hurt.

You can't leave me
seem to play ping pong with my heart
tearing and mending then breaking apart
You want me
then you don't
you love me
then you wont
what's the final answer.

Oops, I wore a short sleeve shirt
oops, I forgot to eat
oops, I i didn't wear make up to cover my tears
oops, I never left my room
oops, I forgot to draw a smile on my face

And you really think these are all mistakes?

The truth would hurt more than the lies. So I choose to lie to you, so you don't worry...

Stop saying you know me!!!!
you don't, if you did you wouldn't ask all these questions.
You'd already know the answers

The girl who seemed unbreakable is finally starting to break
the one who seemed so strong its crumbling apart
the one who always laughs it off is constantly crying
the girl who would never give up, finally quit trying

Every scar has a story to it, but every cut has a reason.