As I sit in the crowd listening to my favorite band, someone saw.
Someone has seen what my demons made me draw.
As they sing, I ignore.
As I think, "I could be so much more."
As I sit and let my thoughts go 'round,
I wonder if they'll be better off without me making a sound.
With these thoughts in my head,
I wonder if I'm better off dead.
As I sit and think more about my well-being,
I realize I've been living life without seeing.
As I stand feeling proud,
My demons start running 'round.
As I start to come out my shell,
I'm also starting to come out of hell.
I look at the scars on my arms,
And feel ashamed of my self-harm.
Even though the show is ending,
For me It's only the beginning!!
