Story of my life
She texts me
"How are you?"
Last night was tough
Ended in my tears in a corner
Pushing them all away
I've been in bed two hours, trying to find a reason to get up
Even a reason to keep going
Ignore her for an hour
Lay here too numb to cry
Finally get up and grab my phone
And of course the knife too
Dig the knife into my leg as I type
"Yeah all better, just had a bad day"
Wouldn't ever let her know
How much worse it is than she thinks
Would never let her know that she is the only one keeping me here
Imagining the look on her face when she's told
When she sees me in a coffin
That's all that's keeping me here
Seven marks
Seven bloody slashes and I think I can do it
Bandage up the wounds
Put the knife away
Turn on the Christmas music and dry my eyes
Dance around the house as I clean
The mask is perfect, no one will ever know
That the dance is a red herring
The smile a mask
These jeans hide the pain I feel
Behind my eyes