my war

this war i have to win
a war where its me against me
no one can help me
its all up to me

as i stand here crying
with this small blade in my hands
these scares i see on my rist
undecided

i cry to find the right answer
what ever i do i cant seem to find the answer
as i slowly rest the blade on my white skin
the colore i see of my skin isnt the same

this pain i feel is running through my vains
no i cry for the mistake i just did
i cry and i do it again
again and again

there i go hit the floor
this fall seems so deep
these tears have stop
but not the ones my skin are crying

this sentation is undescribebale
people ask me why i do it
though there is no way you will understand
so i dont waste my breath

as i hid these scars that i hate
i dry my tears
i smile infront of you
and nothing ever happened