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Something stupid I wrote when I was pissed off... so w/e
They all think she’s so damn perfect
Doesn’t have any idea what she’s feeling inside
They think that because she’s famous
That she doesn’t have any reason to cry.
But they don’t know about the cuts
They don’t give a damn about the bruises
Covers the scars with lots of make up
And just pretends that they didn’t notice it.
She gives them what they want during the day
But at night while everyone’s asleep
She’ll be alone, awake… crying… cutting
Convinced it’s what she needs.
Inside… Her heart is filled with so much anguish
She’s feeling so depressed and broken
All these things she’s been secretly doing
Will it always remain unspoken?
Bleak despair is starting to drive her insane
And she feels it’s about time to make it all end
Suicide thoughts are haunting her every move
Because she just wants to stop all this pretend.
So she decides to run away
Yet discovers she has no where to go
She’s starting to get so damn scared
But wont… No wait… Can’t allow it to show.
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