The more I try to deny your thoughts,
The more I get caught by them,
Thoughts Slowly covering my mind,
I am no more now.
Do u know?...Those thoughts have made me die.
The drops of blood on the blade,
Tears rolling down my eyes,
With a bottle of pills in my hand,
Those dark bags under my eyes.
Slowly making my soul run away from me.
Everyday carrying that fake smile,
Everyday hiding that pain,
Everyday makes it worse,
Hiding my past from myself.
