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.