As I bleed,
They don't see,
The other side of me.
I cry out loud,
As much as I can go,
But still they don't see,
The crying broken side of me.
'Save me' I say,
Yet they can't do a thing.
Will you let me bleed?
I can't see.
The real side of me,
When I'm not bleeding.
This is the real me,
Crying in the shower,
Cutting right before.
As I watch my soul go down the drain,
I smile and hope I won't be able to feel tomorrow.
But of course that day never comes.
I just sit there and wonder.
'Will this cycle never end?'
I look into the eyes of my friend.
But they don't even look at me.
Can't she see I'm broken.
I want to see,
If anyone is like me.
But I don't know.
Because they also...
Go unseen.
