another cut, another tear,
another reminder that no one is here.
another day with some added pain,
and no one knows the demons shrieking inside her brain.
she hides behind the smiles and lies,
and no one realizes the pain in her eyes.
she goes home an dcloses the door,
she grabs her blade, and blood stains the floor.
she only does what she knows best,
because only that will give her some rest.
this time she cuts a little bit deeper,
she really was the secret keeper.
but she didn't care,
she just needed a way to bare.
all the pain that she's in now,
because that's all she will allow.
she won't allow anyone to know,
that she feels oh so low.
she cries herself to sleep every night,
now does her life seem just as bright?
she's not really as strong,
and she can't forget all that she's done wrong.
she wakes up the next day,
pretending that she's all okay.
though she's actually falling apart,
no one sees what's going on in her heart.
she hides the cuts with sleeves,
and them all she deveives.
because everyone thinks that she's just alright,
they just dont know what happened last night.
they all believe nothings wrong,
and thinking she's just so strong.
but don't you see that she is me?
they just think i'm just the shyest in the crowd,
but no one plans a suicide out loud.
