Sometimes I wanna cry, other times I wanna die.
Falling apart, constantly fixing a broken heart.
Thought I found myself, but instead I pushed my problems to the back of the shelf.
I got attached to someone, but the left now it's me and my gun.
Laying in my bed, can't seem to get these thoughts out of my head.
I pretend, everyday I wish life would just end..
I pretend I'm so happy, even when I feel so crappy.
I let people walk all over me, because I have no respect for myself, you see?
Thoughts fill my mind like "I wish I looked like her" and "I'm not good enough".
People say I'm blinded by the pain, it's all just the same.
I'm oblivious to anything but how I look, I'm an open books.
People read my pages of hurt and pain, then they leave me open for the next person as they walk away thinking I'm insane.
My heart breaks, as I keep on letting the risks I take define me.
Nobody ever sees the real me, you might wonder why.
I never let the real me show, because lord knows they'd leave me once the knew.
They'd see the sad version of a girl who wants to die, they'd probably ask me why.
Why do I not feel good enough?
Do I need more love
No, I just need to be alone, don't need anybody calling up my phone.
Dont need nobody claiming they'll be there for me, no that's not what I fucking need.
I just want to be sad, is that so bad?
They don't realize, I just hate myself sometimes.