I cried every night,
Every day,
I use cutting as an escape,
I use smashing shit on the ground to escape,
The routine will never stop,
Tears and tear just rolls down.
It'll just be the same again and again no matter how hard I try.
make me bleed more, crying while cutting.
Would anyone hear the cries?
Please tell me they did.
Everyday will be the same.
I will run away from everything, or just cry about it, and no one will hear it.
I'm sitting here, crying in my birthday dress, with no one who has yet to hear it again.
I'm getting older, yet why can't I find the happiness I want?
I thought it was going to be my redemption arc, but well I guess not.
Will we ever find the happiness we want?
Will God be there for us?
Is he even there?
If he is,
Hear me when I cry and answer me,
Will I ever be happy?
