If I go into The Darkness.

If you really knew me would you love me anymore?

Would you care or even understand?

Knowing you you would probably try and send me to a counsellor as if they can fix my life.

Would it make you cry? I think it would.

What if you knew what I've done to myself, to others.

Or if you'd knew where I'd been.

What would you say if you knew what I was crying about.

What would you do if you say my scars.

What if you knew I threw my lunch out again.

Or that I hadn't eaten in days, would you still have called me fat when I came home?

What if you met the guy I'd been going out with.

What if you knew how I'd hurt him.

Would you be as intimidated as me if you saw those glances I get everyday walking down the corridor.

What if you had the friends I have, would you ever feel good enough then?

What if you were me having someone like you say the things you do.

Would you feel like a failure? Would you settle for what I have?

If you were given my current circumstances would you still treat me like this.

I'm not sure this would change you at all.

Unless you lived my life.

Been through the things I have.

Heard those words, shed those tears, gone out with that person, had that fight, run the razor that last time.

I just wish you would understand.

Sometimes I want to scream it to you.

I want to see you shed tears for me.

To hug me and make it better like you used to, it's a little late for that now.

I need to give up this false hope that things will be anything like what they used to.

Life has been changed forever.

And thats that.