It's no new feeling for me to be on my own
Watching life go by fighting my battles alone
It use to be something I couldn't bare
Yet people would see me bleeding and do nothing but stare
I pulled their knives out with tears streaming down my face and agony
Commit emotional suicide from my bedroom's balcony
Now being vulnerable is a foreign language to me
The scars from their knives you can visibly see
I can't trust anyone no matter how kind they might seem
For those are the one's that knives hurt the most The one's that feel like a dream
I accuse and investigate everyone till I turn blue
My trust issues with time only grew
So in isolation I've learned to be
A struggle not easy I just want to be free
I'm tired of fighting my hands are so weak
Dying is the only peace I seek
For life has left me wasted and sick
Everyone probably sees me as a social freak
But I prefer being alone over getting stabbed in the back
That pain is undeniable one more time and my back will Crack
Nowadays they don't bother to do it behind you but hit you with that knife right in the front
There is no use in asking them why or to confront
For its the way of our new toxic generation
You don't need to look far to find another demonstration.



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