Blood

Why do I only feel alive,
When the blood begins to fall?
Why do I let nobody in?
Why do I put up walls?

Because to the common eye,
I really seem alright.
Because to the common eye,
I dont put up a fight.

But inside I am dying.
I'm lying and I'm striving.
Wanting to give up;
To just lay down and die.

But the pain, it keeps me living.
The cuts forever stinging.
The blood, it keeps on pouring.
I'm still crying on the floor.

I wish someone woul notice,
The pain residing in my eyes.
Because the smiles and the laughter,
Really, it's all lies.