i know what you're thinking.

i hate the disapproving looks,
covered by empty nods and fake smiles.
i know what you're thinking,
I'm freak,
just a cut away from suicide,
a little emo kid that deserves to die.
but you don't know what it's like,
to have parents that don't care,
a brother that only insults you,
and a struggle to survive.
you're only aa silly little prep
with your perfect little life.
and i know what you're thinking,
she doesn't deserve to survive,
she's weird
and just too different.
and have you ever seen her smile?
you don't know what it's like,
to be alone in the shadows,
just you and your knife.
you don't think i can make it,
"just hurry up and die"
so you're the only reason
I'm proving to you,
that i can survive.