Just Why.
Why can’t you see through my smile?
Why can you see through my laugh?
Why can’t you see in my eyes there’s pain?
And over and over again I cry. Every night
To find some relief of some sort. But again
The pain builds up and I start to cut.
I really don’t wanna do this but it makes me feel better
It gives me control of my pain inside and each day
They cuts get deeper and deeper. But I know where to stop
Even though I don’t want to suffer. I know where to stop
Where I would end up meeting my maker. But I’m not ready
Not just yet. I think I still have time left. But when that’s over what do I do
I really don’t know. I have no clue.
(2013)
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