You can't fix me
You can't change how i see the world
You can't save me from my own mind
You can't stop me from wanting to kill myself
Why
It's the question I ask everyday
Why
Why am I still living
Why haven't I killed myself
Why do I continue to act like I'm fine when really I'm not
Why can't I just feel happy
Why
People always ask me why do you cut yourself
Why are you asking me don't you think if I knew the answer I would stop and fix the problem
I always thought that life would always be perfect but now I know the truth
I told myself it wasn't worth it
I told myself I'd get better
But I guess I lied to myself
Because now all those scars aren't scars anymore their fresh cuts
