The thought of insanity is a clever one,
claim you are insane and get out of anything.
Could you get out of the life you live?
Claim you're insane as you slice your wrists.
Claim you're insane as you slowly die on the inside.
Claim you're insane as the excuse for a failed suicide.
Insanity isn't her excuse,
she's more clever than that.
What's the reason if not pure insanity?
She's very much sane and thinking
That's the problem, thinking.
Thinking about why someone so close abuses her,
Thinking about what she did to be stripped of her innocence.
Thinking about how someone can hurt another without remorse,
Thinking about why her anger turns to sadness that she can't escape.
Wondering every night how death feels
pondering her soul for any sign of hope.
Searching for a way to escape the sadness
You could call her insane but how will that help?
She feels like she's beyond any help
No one can pull her off the edge now.
Many say they understand but do they?
Do they understand how lonely the night is?
Understand how much she longs for salvation?
Understand her eternal need for real company?
Understand what its like for no one to understand?
She's all alone in the raging war with depression.
All alone no matter how many people surround her.
All alone to the point of insanity.
Maybe she is insane.
It is insane to make yourself bleed
just so you can balance out the pain in the soul?
Is it insane to believe suicide is the only escape?
Is it insane to sit in the dark alone crying?
Crying out for help,
Crying out for someone to notice,
Crying out for someone to make her admit shes addicted.
Addicted to the real tears that comes from the cut
the pain of the cut equals out the pain of the soul.
The days and weeks go by in a blur
She doesn't even pay attention to it.
Empty, cold, and alone on the inside
cut up, bruised up, teared up, and crying on the outside.
What once was a happy shining face
has now become empty, cold, emotionless.
If eyes led to the soul of a person,
come see the black hole hers has become.
