Every time he yells at me
I hold a gun that he can't see
I hold the barrel to my head
Pull the trigger and I am dead
There's no body on the ground
Nor any blood all around
I've committed false suicide
I didn't really do it
I haven't really died!
Every day I commit a suicide
That isn't really there
But people think that I have died
They stand over my grave and stare
Deep cuts crawl along my wrists
But they are fake, they don't exist
There's no pool of blood on the floor
My arm does not hurt, sting or sore
I've committed false suicide
I didn't really do it
I haven't really died!
Every day I commit a suicide
That isn't really there
But people think that I have died
They stand over my grave and stare
The pain inside my heart
Is tearing me apart!
All my friends spoke of suicide
Said "I'm ok" even though they lied
There is something in me
(I can feel it in my brain)
It makes me always feel this hate
(And I can't stand this sort of pain)
Every day I commit a suicide
That isn't really there
But people think that I have died
They stand over my grave and stare
Every day I commit a suicide
That isn't really there
But the people around are watery-eyed
And I've realized
Someone really cared
 XxXBleeding_RainbowXxX · Sun Aug 10, 2008 @ 06:01pm · 1 Comments |
