What you don't understand
is that i am a ghost
that walks through school...

Nobody can hear me
nobody can see me...

I come home i feel alive
with people there to love me
for who i am...

The reality though
is one day i have to go...

To be permanently ignore
to be permanently alone...

Though ill catch a lucky break
and go back home
to only find misery
when i have to go...

So in a dark corner
with music blaring
i cut and cut
till i feel no more...

But never daring
to kill myself
for back home
there people that love me
and would cry in disappear...

So ill go on being miserable
just to see them happy...

So one way or not...

I'm living in hell