As I sit here, pencil strikes the paper
tears run down my face
As I carve those words on me
It's not like you care anyways
But, I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts to much to hold on anymore
I don't know what I want in life
I don't know what I want right now
All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside
That it's eating me alive
And one day, there won't be anything of me left.
I don't know if I'm getting better or just growing used to the pain.
This part of me, I cannot seem to escape. It has grown on me
I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being.
It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.
Nothing I do, nothing I say is ever good enough.
Look at me. You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.
Some people try to understand, but nobody can know what living like this is like.
Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place. Watching all the pretty people do lots of ugly things.