Sitting in my room writing to ease the pain
Funny how my emotions change just like how a cloudy day says it will rain
I walk and smile in school so people wont see
So that people walking past won't think i lost my sanity
You would think it would be hard to cover all these dark thoughts
To always have feelings that you constantly fought
My heart bleeds the passion of music and maybe thats why I write
But maybe because this was the only way to stop from crying at night
2 years going on 3 without a razor to my skin
Drip drop drip i used to hear the blood though I knew it was a sin
I got help and found light within what I wrote on paper
I guess I can say my God given talent was my only savior
Because my friends never noticed the scars on my arms
Whats worse is they didn't notice the one that was on my heart
The one ripped open after i tried so hard to keep it closed
Drip drop drip now all this blood just flows
I can't sew it shut before someone breaks the first thread in the stitch 
Used to think it would be better if I got rich
But the truth of the matter is I had to do for myself
Because the drip drop drip I heard nobody else heard or felt