You Just Don't Know.

No, you don't know what it's like,
To sit there and always cry.
I feel like I should die,
every day of my damn life.
I say that I'm alright,
even though it hurts inside.
And I can't seem to find a way,
to get rid of my pain.

You don't know what it's like,
to have to lie.
To say that I'm fine,
when the scars on my wrists tell otherwise.
I have to try;
Try not to cry.
I know I'm not..
Not alright.

You don't know what it's like,
to feel alone.
To have so many friends,
but be all alone.
To be surrounded,
but you're still alone.
To be used and damaged,
but still not broken enough,
to ask for a bandage.
I'm almost over the edge,
But it feels like I'm a mile away.
To know I went all this way,
and still not know how to get back,
to get away.

And you don't know what it's like,
to sit alone at night and cry.
To know, tomorrow's not a shining star of a day,
it's another moment of torture and pain.