The ground crumbles underneath my feet
As I break down in defeat...
I'm at my breaking point
the next thing that hurts me...
Today a smile , pressure in my head
can't pick the pencil up...
I am holding on
when all I do is fall...
The tears,
they come and go...
Pills pills
the more you take the better...
Misjudging mirror,
you stare at me...
Let it be
I was told...
What cutting does for me
what it does is many things...
I cry but no on hears,
i want to die but no one cares...
I tried to get you to see this is who I am who I...
So we meet again my old friend
as I say to my knife...