When Dying is Easier

She sees my scars but has no idea
of the battles i created and fought
of the misory i lived through
or even if I have truely stopped

She sees my scars and thinks im okay
She sees my smile and listenes to me
But when in my dreams It is never day
and always a night where im left to bleed

This world is young and so am i
Yet I am addicted to the pain that i cause
and the scars that i create
Why does it feels so right when I feel so lost

The world cant handle the Road its heading down
The pain is better then living and its going to stay around
the blood is pouring and pouring
But for some reason it never finds the ground

Dripping dripping down dripping dripping down

I smile to cover up my intentions
and i lie to keep my self sain
But if you ever stopped and listen
you would be able to hear what im saying

Im saying i cant stop and I wont stop
Im saying i love the pain that the silver brings
Im saying please help me please help me
But when I say please I scream And i bleed

Left alone on a lonely night
Unable to continue my fight
unable to put up my emotional wall
And unable to live through it all

Picking up the knife is easier than waking up
And taking it to my throat is easier then breathing
And looking up to an empty house is easier then leaving
When Death Is coming over me and it feels better then living