Don't tell me how I'm feeling, you do not know anymore
Every time, you turn away from me close the door
I mean so little to anyone, if you think I want your love
Covering my wounds with that solitary glove

If I died tomorrow would anybody cry
I seem to doubt it in my mind, I feel an uneasy high
Thinking about my knife, lying by my bed
Where I can carve away my arms escaping my head

I can do it because I feel so alone and cold
I am young yet I feel so weary and so old
Weak and easy to give in to this temptation
Another fake smile another deep creation

For attention I don't do it, because attention I don't need
All I want is to be understood, not judged on the way I bleed
Let me go, I know you wont care as I slide away from life
If you love me, let me die so I can escape my strife

--not mine