Left alone like the dirt thats on
the ceiling, by myself with no feeling,
stepped on like the dirt swept under
the rug, waiting for my grave to be
dug..

*rate

How will you know i'm hurting, if you cannot see pain?
To wear it on my body shows what words cannot explain...

People who are happy all the time piss me off

So many nights spent in my bed
Crying and alone.
So many nights spent weeping in the dark
Scared and on my own.

But that will all end soon
Im close to my final breath.
As I fall asleep for the last time I am calmed
By the sweet lullaby of death.

Yes, it's true there are scars on my arms,
But I'm not some kind of freak.
They're memories of when I've fallen apart,
They're times when I was weak.

For every light,
there is a darkness.
My life is that darkness,
while I try to be the light.

We're all going to die, it's just that I choose to leave you sooner than planned.

"I hurt myself today
To see if I could feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real"

-Johnny Cash; Hurt

Why do you do this to me?
Hurt me all the while?
Make me feel all this pain?
And take away my smile?

I don't do it for attention,
I don't do it for the pain,

I do it for frustration,
And the numbness that I gain.