Dead

The cuts on my arm are as real as all the lies that leave your lips.
The burn is as numbing as your voice.
I thought i should tell you i cry during class and bleed dayly.
You planed my fall. You've always loved to see me fail.
Its to late to fix your mistakes.
My eyes burn from all the fallen tears.
My head pounds as the music gets louder and louder.
The braclets cover cuts i'll never show. The untold feelings i have locked under my fake smile.
I'm here running and screaming.
I'm here waiting to be found dead.