No one really knows how I honestly feel,
Daily I think of ways to **** myself,
And I have to fight that off,
Yet it never goes away,
No one knows I paint on my smile for school,
And for the public,
But I get home in my room,
And I brake,
And thinking "no one understands"
I really am just ready to let my thoughts..
win..

They say "suicide is not the option"
    
           but...
                                                 *they never give you another one..

and it's dangerous, for people like me,
because they truly will do anything for silence
but I am not like the others, I am not like the others
or am I?

I'm the girl that will talk that girl out of suicide or self harm,
but has a hard time doing it for herself,
I can assure you how beautiful, perfect, amazing you are,
but doesn't want them to feel the same about her,
the opposite.