I've heard your whispers down the hall
you said maybe if I was thinner, or wasn't as tall
Maybe I'd be "pretty"
You make fun of the scars and you tell lies
I ask you does it make you sleep better at night?
To watch me cry?
Do you feel superior when you beat me down?
I wouldn't know as I wouldn't try
the stuff you do and the lies you tell,
You call me names and you yell
you beat me down and make me feel like hell
and while it hurts you seemed pleased
That when I cry you smile
Because my pain is your success?
When I'm broken down it means you've done your best?
When all along the thoughts of suicide reside in my mind
but in yours it's about how you look good on the outside?
So I ask you, how are you feeling inside of you?
It's almost black, rotten to the core
You say mean things to hide your pain, and I know this
as I also know how much it hurts
there's something going on inside of you
a fight, a war, turbulence to the core
Your heart is shaking and breaking
but you wouldn't want anyone to know
so you're faking.
You act happy and you act tough
all awhile life has been rough
I understand, because that was once me
not able to open about my feelings
not ever willing to admit
that maybe I need help
man oh how I wish
that was something I did
when I was you
to change myself into something else
So that I wouldn't hurt nobody or myself
So that I can be a better person
and I can teach others to be one too
and maybe someday I can even teach you.