All I can do is sit here.
I sit here and think of what I've done.
Every little thing I've done wrong.
I still listen to that same old song.
Remember when you thought I was strong?
That's a lie and you don't even know.
I don't feel safe in a place I call my home.
But you can't tell by looking at your phone.
I tell you I'm fine and you don't bat an eye.
I sit up at night and silently cry.
All those times I've just really wanted to die.
Maybe I just don't know what to try.
I get up every morning with sadness.
Everyone thinks I'm okay.
Maybe someday I'll tell you the truth.
But for now I'll just keep to myself.
The thoughts jn my head are killing me.
It gets so hard sometimes I just can't breathe.
So many memories come back to haunt me.
Cuts dont hurt but feel heavenly.
I'll come to school with a smile on my face.
It's all just an act I'm a disgrace.
Cuts on my hips you can't see.
Someday I will be the death of me.
Sometimes I think I'm getting better.
Then five minutes later I'm weak.
I try not to think of you anymore.
But I keep falling for you allover.
I wish I could sleep forever.
But I have to get up tomorrow and act as I don't remember.
I wonder what you think of me.
Does anyone care at all?
I want this to end but then again,
Someday I might get better but then,
I can't get help or they will know,
That I'm not as perfect as everyone has hoped.
