When I'm laying inside of my bed,
All the thoughts come crashing down.
My broken heart lays completely open,
As I wear a smile used from a frown.
My prized possession watches me,
As I want to reach it and take hold.
People think they know how I feel,
But will never know until I grow old.
Tears stain my yellow banana pillow,
And the bed is smelling of soaking wet.
Hiding under my covers of my bed,
So many things I need to just forget.
Dad and mum are fighting again,
Not something precious or anything new.
Pain strikes down inside of my heart,
And no matter what; there's nothing I can do.
I've always wanted to know what it was like,
To live a somewhat happier sort of life.
Not a memory of childhood of cuts & bruises,
Or another memory of the scars from my knife.
Just look at my arms, and you'll seek and find,
What I've been hiding from you all along.
There's people that are too scared of it though,
Because they also know that I don't belong.
From a broken promise to a broken heart,
Just look at all those things I have seen.
Things that I've been through, things I faces,
And then you'll know, nobody knows me.