everyday i wake up
scared and alone
i have another thought,
i pick up the phone.

i call the same hot line
they help me through the day
they want to keep me alive,
at least that's what they say

i get out of bed
for another hard day
i look in the mirror
why does it have to be this way?

i look at the cuts and the scars
it reminds me I'm stupid
that I've hurt myself before

some scars are severe
from when i wanted to die
some scars are faint
i want to live, i lie

i slowly get dressed
while i call myself worthless
no one wants me here
I'm just a mess

i put on my makeup
as heavy as i can
to hide the tears I've cried
to look happy, is my plan.

in my plan i have succeeded
no one knows how i feel
they think I'm O.K.
I'm not okay, i promise
but i can make it through the day

this is the way i live my life
each and everyday.