Standing up so tall
Working hard to strive
Damaged people are dangerous
Because they know they can survive
Depression's grasp hurts
Trust me I do know,
But when it tries to take you
No matter what, just don't go
A chemical imbalance?
Or maybe a troubled past?
There's no way around the cuts
Wether or not they heal fast
People try to lable you
Into some stupid category
Even though they do not know
There is no same emo story
Your cutting because you care
You think it's all your fault
Just wearing long sleeves
Hoping that you won't get caught
You become so numb,
You don't care about the pain
Sick of this same old tragic life
Everyone playing it like a game
But maybe there's a reason
That the blood always heals
I know you just need closure
Just afraid of what is real
And maybe theres a reason
You pull the gun away from your head
You just need that little comfort
Of having the choice to be dead
You just keep screaming and screaming
Cracking through your voice
But the shouts go unheard
And nobody cares that you didn't make this choice
You sit in the cornner
Sobing your heart out all alone
You search and search
But you can't find a real home
Just remember those reasons
Of why your still here
Why the erge to kill yourself
Starts to disappear
There is a reason why,
Damaged people are still here
They have finally managed
To make living more clear
