Is this the way it has to be?
Do I really need all of this?
Why can’t I just do it on my own?
Why do I have to be weak and ask for help
It’s just me, so why can’t I do it alone?
Why do I have to disappoint people
By making them see
What really goes on
Inside of me?
I want them to know me
As the girl who always has a smile on her face
Not as the poor girl I’ve become
Who is using her body in disgrace
Who has to see blood every time
To lose the anger and pain within
And who needs help just to deal
With her own stupid thing
I know they don’t share
These feelings with me
They just want to help me feel good
And be happy with the one I see
I know I will get there someday
The day I will finally see
That I don’t need blood or pain
Just to be me
But right now, I'm just scared
Scared of the things to come
Afraid of facing my problems
But I will hang on