Behind this smile someone is dead.

My heart it flows from this pen.
Saying on paper what I wish I could say with my voice.
Saying what I feel, what I need, what I wish.
I wish someone would notice how much pain I feel.
Nobody understands.

You know when your family tells you to wish on a shooting star and your wish will come true?
I wish it was.
If it was true my life would be perfect.

I use this razor like a wedding ring.
Its a symbol of a commitment.
A commitment to no emotion.
To no pain, no suffering.

I leave my scars as a symbol of a addiction.

When I see the blood drawn, I go numb.
The world melts away.
I turn up my music and dissapear.

Into a world without people, with no color, a world of darkness.
A monotone world.
Where no birds sing their jaunty tune.
No laughter with my friends.
Nobody but myself.

I wish someone would ask me whats wrong.
Someone TRY to understand.
to give me a hug and a shoulder to cry on.

But that's to much to hope for.