Everything Hurts Now.It hurts to feel and hurts to cry
So why do my tears cause me a high?
Don't they know I want to die?
Don't they know I'm way too shy
To suck up the courage to say goodbye?
It hurts that I just can't express
The pain I feel; I make you guess.
I look in the mirror, I'm such a mess.
I'm so afraid I will regress
To the things I did when under stress.
I feel so guilty because my pain
Is most likely all in vain.
Rain falls and hits the windowpane.
I'm travelling on the dangerous lane.
Like the rain blood runs from my vein.
People don't realize how much I'm scared
That my evil side will show up, teeth bared.
Waiting to burn me; I won't be spared.
You can tell me I am but I'm never prepared
For the fact that it'll leave me impaired.
Daily Routine"I'm not going to be the one to go down in history as the bad guy," she snarled softly to herself.
This is what she told herself every morning with a scowl on her face. After shedding a tear or two...or three...she got in the shower, rinsing her pain down the drain for the time being. She told herself things to try and get motivated for the day. You can do this. You're not alone. Don't listen to the others.
But she knows it's all a lie. She can't do this. She's completely alone. She can't help but listen to the others.
There used to be people she could automatically turn to. People she trusted used to surround her. Now her emotional barrier was stronger than ever and wasn't letting up for anyone or anything. Her mood hadn't changed in months. The only thing that had varied was the expressions she stuck on her face every day. That's not how she really feels.
If she showed how she really felt she would scare people she loved away. Therefore, she keeps a facade. No one noticed the differe
Every NightEvery night.
Every night I die a little more inside.
Every night I cry a little more.
Every night I lose a bit more of myself.
Every night I cry and no one cares.
At least...not anymore.
Every night I think of death.
Every night I pray someone will hold me.
Every night I want to end.
Every night I lost a bit more of my soul.
And no one notices.
They used to.
But now no one notices.