• As the tears drip down once again
    As I cover my face and lower my head
    You ask me: why do you cry?
    I cry...
    Because I'm sick of living
    Because every time I close my eyes, the pain wells up even more
    Because I don't know if the life I live is a lie
    Because I hate your fake love
    Because I realize once something is broken, it will never be perfect again
    Because the sky is blue and water is wet and it hurts to touch fire and snow is cold and life isn't life until you start to realize no one is really living unless you know who you are and my mind won't stop thinking about all of the misery so I think hitting my head against the wall will somehow stop the voices whispering all around me.
    I cry because somehow smiling hurts more when all this pain is bottled up inside of me.