I have been crying unseen years
no one notices that I'm hurt
I just want to be seen, accepted
but no one seems to care
about what I feel
the pills only make me sleep
the knife only brings blood
no one cares about how I feel
they won't stop picking at me
always making me want to die
don't they realize that one day
I just might commit sucide?
I'm hurting in my soul
no one will take the time
and ask me why I'm so sad,
for truthfully, I'm more than sad
the alcohol just makes me drunk
pills just make me dizzy
not eating just makes me hungry
I can't cry,
so all I have is my blade