You think that you know me by looking From the outside, You may realise my life and my pain, If i would ever come out and confide. It is calling out and screaming my name, Bloody wrist no tears no lies. So tough, so strong, so fake You see no tears coming from my eyes. Hardly living and remembering life I remember that it wasnt always this way. No intention to kill myself But it takes the pain away. Crimson lies line my skin, Always giving into my blade. Dreams are lost and no longer there As my vision begins to fade. Giving into myself and waiting for life Giving into the beauty and pain from a knife. Running away and hiding behind My not so perfect life.