Parallel scars on my wrist
They judge me for it
Don't ask how I feel
I count each of them just to see
How many days still
I have to breath
And I know and I know
That it just doesn't sound
Like i'm hurting and crying
I'm tumbling down
But if you try to listen
You'll understand that i need help now
And i've tried, i have tried
To feel better somehow
But the tears, they keep burning
I'm starting to drown
And I don't see the day
I'm hurting inside
I need help now
Too many scars on my skin
Constant pain in my chest
Don't want anything
Yesterday for the first time i felt
Like i wanted to live, i wanted to care
But happiness doesn't last long for me
At this point I seek dark
I don't see the light
I'm tired and over this thing you call life
So let me just rant about a couple things that i don't like:
When you wake up with an ache in your chest
And people keep telling you that it's the stress
When tears start to fall and then someone asks:
"Just look around, don't you feel blessed?"
I don't, pain takes it away
It's like when it rains but the sky isn't grey
I fall, like tears from my eyes
I tried to stand up but i'm hurting inside
Now i'm up here spilling the truth
But somehow my words can't get you in the mood
Do you feel stressed? Can you sense all the pain?
At the end of the day are you feeling insane? I do