21 kwietnia 2012
My life now
I wake up and open my eyes,
Ready to live a day in lies.
I paint the smile upon my face,
And look like everything's in place
I walk around throughout my day,
Already knowing what I'm going to say.
Finally when I get home I can finally be me,
Instead of the "perfect" girl they see.
At home I don't have to be fake,
And I can cry with the cuts I make.
I feel the blood flow out of my skin,
And I think about how my life has been.
I re-live moments I'd rather forget,
And remember some things that I regret.
Then I clean up the mess I made,
And see te scars that will never fade.
Sometimes I feel my life slipping through my hand,
Flowing down like grains of sand.
I see my life as it's torn,
I feel the eyes as they scorn.
I heard the words that are said,
The ones that say they want me dead.
I do not want pain anymore,
I just want someone to save my heart for.
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