I escape my problems by going to sleep 

I only feel pain when my wrists are cut deep,

no one understands the chaos in my head

these types of monsters dont hide under the bed.

What did I do to deserve this pain 

im losing my mind and going insane, 

I put on a fake smile so people don't see

im depressed, im definetly not happy.

Everyone tells me to follow my heart 

but what piece do I follow because its broken apart,

if you want me to be happy let me die

because the longer I stay the less I try.

If this is how im supposed to live I don't want this life

im too young to be counciled by a knife,

im ready to go, im ready to move on

its not like anyone would recognize I was gone.

Why don't you understand

I don't want a helping hand,

I don't want to be here anymore

im not living, im fighting a war.