i know you have expectations for me
but that is not where i wish to be.
i wish to have control of my life.
but the voices inside is like a knife.
the knife is sharp and cuts my skin
it's so easy to cut it in.
the blood helps the mental pain
so now i can feel the rain.
you cannot hear my silent scream
sometimes i wish it was just a dream.
but when i wake up i can feel my scream
it seems so far away so i can only daydream.
i know there's a better world just not for me
a better place for some to be.