On the days,
When you are sad and crying,
When you are sick of trying,
To live and cover it all with a smile.
All the pain amplified,
All you want is to feel numb and lost.
The razor blade, your new best friend
Lends and hand to help you
You cut and you cut again,
To cover the skin you’re ashamed of.
To write everything about yourself,
But not with a pen this time.
You think how people will react
When You’re gone.
Will they talk about you?
Like how good you was.
Will they mourn?
I just wanna let you know,
You are not alone in this.
This monster hunts every 40 second.
I’m not losing hope with you?