My life is like a book all I need is a title
The pain is so bad, I might as well be suicidal
I pop myself with rubber bands almost everyday to escape
And watch the pain slowly drift away
I cut myself just to see how much I bleed
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
Sometimes it gets to the point that I can hardly breathe
So I punch walls, to test how much it will relieve
People being happy when I am depressed is hard to see
So I put on a fake smile so they won't feel bad for me