~How They Appear~

Why do I even try
It all only ends up being a lie.
But I have my reasons
Just depending on the seasons.
I get depressed
Moody
And scream out in horror,
At reality;
The facts of life.
And as I take the knife
That is what I think
And fall to the ground
With head pounding
Heart thundering
With music up so high
No one hears me screaming
Crying in terror
I try to stand
But only feeling dizzy
And falling once more
With a needle in hand
I stab
Making bleeding marks
All up my arm
And with alarm,
The phone rings
And with a 1, 2, 3
I scream again.
She tells me calm down.
I repeat I’m sorry
Over -n- over
And she cries
Along with my scars of lies
I hang up the phone
And wait for the tone.
While thinking
Why do I even try?
It all ends up only being a lie....