Crying out
Dying in
heres a blade cutting within.
it may hurt to those who don't understand,
but its pain releasing so i do it again and again.
You don't have to feel sorry its me who feels for me,
you can't help me by prescribing medicine it won't set my anger free.
I don't care who its hurting because its my pain,
i just wish someone could put their self in my place.
Than they wouldn't say I'm crazy and laugh,
but I'm here alone, so how should i act?
With no one to talk to whats a girl to do?
sit back and wish life was through?
HOLDING IN PAIN, CONSTANTLY WIPING TEARS,
SUFFERING IN SILENCE HOPING NO ONE HEARS.
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