Staring at the razor
Thoughts flashing through my mind...
Confusion swirling through my soul
Hot, salty tears leaking out...
She applies her makeup,
to hide red blotchy eyes...
A lot of people tell me
You are exactly what you got...
I know the right words to say
And I don't know how I turned this way...
My body feels so weak.
My head is severely aching...
There is so much to know
They never found out...
Should I stay,
Or should I go...
The Truths
Upon the floor I lay...
I'm sorry I'm not happy
I'm sorry that i cry...
Is it just me, or does it hurt to breath?
Hurt to see whats right in front of me...
Why cant they just listen to me
even if they don't understand...