How am I still alive?

How am I still alive?

Thought of death more than a million times

You ask if I’m alright

I reply with “yes, I’m fine.”

But it's always a lie

I cut myself again last night

Say to myself, “this is the last time”

But it’s always a lie

You see my scars

You ask what could leave such a mark

“I got scratched and messed with the wound too much” I reply

I reply

But it’s a lie

It’s always a lie


When I’m alone, I cry

Oh, I wanna die

No, I’m not alright

All these words are just lies

Cut myself again last night

Oh, I know it’s not the last time

And when morning comes I’ll pretend I’m alright

You still can’t see through my lies


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