I know a girl
She sat with no one, she sat alone
with the blades and the beers at her home
She wants to scream but chose to be silent
But inside her mind she's being violent
The pain and insecurities that lies deep inside,
And these feelings are eating her alive
She again took the blade and tore her skin
She just want to end the pain deep within
This gone through the years
Until she decided to cry her last tears
She aimed the gun to her head
She pulled the trigger
Congratulations everybody
She's now dead
I know a boy who loves to draw
He draw artworks nobody saw
He's very artistic alone at night
Sometimes in the bathroom out of sight
His arts were different
No paper, no pen
Just a blade, his artworks will be present
One night we stood beside the river under the stars
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars
I whispered "I knew it all this time
I know my suspicions were true,
Don't be ashamed",
I rolled up my sleeves and said
"I draw too"
They are my friends way back before
they are now both dead
But before they kill their selves
In different time
In different place
They told me the same thing
"You need to survive"
And I am here still breathing
but not really alive.
