Scars on the wrist tell tales
of a shattered youth
Taking ones life forever
nobody seems to know the truth
these cuts all tell stories
that can be seen and not be seen
friendships broken apart
A barrier built between
Childhoods gone wrong
Even in what seems a perfect life
hiding secrets from best friends
curing the pain with a knife
Noone knows whats going on
behind the pretty disguise
a tortured sould unhealed
wrapped up in all sorts of lies
Knife in hand, wrist in lap
ready to take the life
friends dont exist anymore
best friend becomes the knife
It never tells the secrets
it never tells a lie
it only whispers in the darkest hours
"Oh Sweet Suicide"

if i cry will you hold me
when i walk away will you follow
when i fall will you catch me
or let me shatter inside

sometime i think of how people see me
and it's not a good thought.
people hate me.
i dont want to be me anymore
sometime i think they would be happier if i wasnt there and then i see they are so i leave.......i wish i could leave forever