Remembering the days when you were happy,
but now you've taken that fall...

No one understands,
the way i feel inside...

My life is just a play,
up upon the stage...

I am sitting here in a pool of darkness,
afraid to open my eyes...

Taking the blade,
Placing it on my arm...

I slice the blade across my arm,
many would call this self harm...

U touch me,
a shiver runs down my spine...

Thank you for being there,
when i needed you...

I'm not a toy you can throw away,
i no thats how you think of me and thats how it...

These pills,
all lined up in a row...

Each scar represents a tale,
a tale of life and fear...

Why cant i talk to people,
when the ask me if i am ok...