You can't see that I'm hurting.
You don't notice the pain.
It feels like everyone else is sitting in the sunshine, while I drown in the rain.
And it's such pure torture, cause no one knows how it feels.
And it's true that I've been skipping meals because this pain is real. Though it's easier to feel the physical, yet you're so critical.
Acting as if I enjoy this war in my head, deciding whether or not I might as well just drop dead.
I bleed much red, the sirens wailing but I'm hanging by just a thread. And my mom is crying, so worried cause I'm dying.
But it's too late now I went just a bit too far, cut a slice too deep.
Now the reapers are coming, and I haven't a reason to weep.
Because you hurt me so badly, you cut me so deep.
Now it's time for my never-ending beauty sleep.