Ghost of my past

I'm dyeing but no one sees behind my mask
On the outside I'm happy,
on the inside its just a task
no one can save me
not even death
the rusted blade behind my back
oozes with the ghost of my past
the hardened blood was just a blast
Until it shows how scared i was

God save me
Preacher pray for me
Momma i love you
Daddy come home

Nothing was worth living for
My freinds despise me
god went missing
The preacher turned his back
mommy took a vacation
daddy never came home

My arms are sore
The blood is dry
the cuts are healing
but not on the inside
they say i will help you
it doesnt work
im in to deep
the only option left
is to lay to sleep

the ghost my past
haunts the back of my mind
but for now they remain in a cast