Five year old in my brain
Playing with pieces of my pain...
I'm screaming out for help,
But nobody comes running...
These voices, I hear them, everyday.
24/7...
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
Because at the tender age of 16...
Another day gone by,
Another cut on my arm, thigh and side...
Maybe it was all a lie?
The smiles do feel forced...
Why would anyone break your heart?
why would anyone make you cry...
Broken and worthless,
hear my cries...
Ever noticed?
every time you want to be happy it always...
Is this life worth living
if your living it alone...
There is a joker
who paints on a smile...
Sitting in the road called depression
with a sign pointing 200 east One With Self...