being emo is hearder than you think
I thought u were by my side but all this time you watched me cry…u don’t see what i am inside my heart…everyday the razor is covered in blood…but u have know idea
Mr.glass has a unfaithful past…he let her cut
And does not tell her to stop and he keeps quiet
She hates herself for it but she can’t stop
Cutting is like a drug
Once u start u can’t stop
It is slowly killing her
And nobody knows
You always look at me like i am perfect…but when i tell u about the things i do…u check my wrists Everyday…but u see nothing…here’s one thing your forgetting to do…u don’t check her legs
u see her laughing but u don’t see the scratches, you see her crying ur really trying but u don’t see her dying, she wants u to know but she doesn’t want u to go she see u there and want to walk over and just tell u but her legs won’t move she is stuck
she cuts herself every night the razor will give other people fright but she is used to the sharp object that’s now covered in blood, her wrist hurt less than her heart, she looks down at the floor and can’t stand it anymore, she grabs the gun and then POW! she is gone.
cutting
U see her she is smiling, but really she is dieing, she always wears long sleeves,u ask her why and she says she is cold, u see her sitting in the halls one day, hands covered in blood, u ask wat happened and then…u see the razor, u ask her why then she starts to cry, you hold her close in ur arms, u feel her heart beating fast then u think its gonna last,but then it starts to slow down u look at her and she is smiling, u see the knife stuck in her belly, u feel the tears, she says to u “i love u and all i wanted was one last hug” and that’s the end, she closes her eyes u tell her she is gonna survive, but she is gone, u don’t know what to do, ur overwhelmed…u take the knife…ur gone too…ur with the love of your life know…they have an open casket funeral…she is laying in ur arms…covered in blood the both of u.
Can’t stop cutting
U lock at her and all u see is a happy lucky girl u can’t see what’s on the inside she cuttes herself burne’s herself she sits in her room and cries and beats herself for no reason and wants u see her she is always warning long sleeves and u dont know why u ask about it but she lies to u and u cant see that, when she says she’s ok u dont ask what’s the matter u just look away and ignore the problem. the day she doesn’t show up at school u don’t care to ask anyone or go to her house u find out that she killed herself u fall apart u cant live without her so a month goes by and ur in the same habits she had and soon u will die that day came and u r with the one you loved but was it worth it u ask ur self as u take ur last breath u close ur eyes and ur gone u loved her so much u had to kill ur self for her.
U see that girl who laughs all the time…well i guess u don’t pay attention to her arms…from u calling her fat and ugly, she got fed up with it…so when the blood drips from her arms she doesn’t cry…she smiles, she wants u to feel bad, she wants u to see wat u have done to her…u see her now she has makeup on and doesn’t eat…she lost weight for him…the one sitting next to her…she goes home crying…next thing we all know…she is gone…how can we pay for what we have done…we can’t
U can hurt me u can hit me and beat me but im not aloud to cut myself WHAT THE HELL is wrong with u.
she thinks he is ok but then she found him in the tub…water is red, she looks at his arms, their cut and bruised, she feels the water, ice cold, then she feels his pulse…it’s slow, she cries, she loved him, she didn’t know how hurt he was, she ran to the kitchen grab a knife and ran back to him…she sits in the tub with him…he puts his arms around her and then she feel him loosen his grip…she then kills herself
she is happy now so is he
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet so are u…but the roses have wilted and the violets are dead the sugar bowl’s empty and my wrists are stained red.
Give me ur razors, now lift up your sleeve’s, ur scars will stay, but your bruises will go away, now plz eat because angel ur mean something to me, so take it in, take it in and breathe, just know things will get better
No one talks to her, she feels so alone, she is in too much pain to survive on her own, the hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife, she writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
girl: razors r my friend
boy: no i’m ur friend
girl: can u cut me,can u Hurt me like the razor can?
boy: no i would never hurt u give me the razor and this will all go away
girl: i don’t want it to all go away i like the razor
boy: i love u and dont want u to suffer and all i want u and only u
girl: i’m sorry i have to do this i love u too
She takes a knife to her chest and says “im sorry i love u”……..she’s gone.
U told me it would be ok…u lied to me…it’s not ok…do u see my wrists it’s not ok
To u its just a pencil sharpener, but to us its a way of suicide .
You think its easy to be me well think again yes u see me smile all the time when ur around i tell im fine but im really not im slowly diying inside i cry when im alone i cut myself i cant live like this anymore so u win goodbye im gone so u dont hav to deal with me you happy……
I will never be happy again it got to heard so i ended my life befor u could end it.
it feels like a black wall and i cant get over it and i cant see light
being emo is heard 