Of broken lips, a decaying mind, and a bruised hand,
I hope you put your mind in a place to understand,
That when the voices scream,
I have no control,
I cannot be part of a team,
With this torn soul
I bite my nails down to the quick,
Out of one of a set of thousands of bad habits,
And yes I am depressed,
I smile because I make sure the pain stays repressed,
So as not to give you my burden
I am a master of self-destruction in secret,
Late nights, walking into streets hoping by chance I'll get hit,
Because to me death would feel like a kiss,
Tender, and loving, and relieving, and intimate
My scars are not what they seem,
In fact, most of them are there because I made them there,
And some say my eyes used to be full of stars,
But I feel so cold and empty, It's hard to believe there was ever a fire there
And I sleep all day,
Going into a coma so as to hope I may not wake up,
So I don't have to face the pained expressions in others,
When they realize how fucked up I am
I am the little boy who cried wolf,
The little boy who constantly cries for help,
But is ignored because it's a daily occurence,
Except there's always a wolf,
Sometimes big, sometimes small,
Sometimes short, sometimes tall
I guess it's because I feel the need to play it off,
Maybe that's why no one believes me anymore,
Oh well,
I guess I'll just try to get by,
Try to make it out alive to graduation day,
That's okay though right?
I'll be fine,
I've done it before, I'll do it again,
Maybe I'll stay alive
