Mother, I had to smile,
though I'm full of hatered
I took photos of your wounds
nightmare, he created
Lost among numbers,
I was obsessed
Suffered to make an illusion
life's in my hands
They called me junky,
they couldn't see
Cut myself thousand times
in despair, too deep
Helplessness surrounds,
love I fear
Still have the only wish,
to disappear

You don't know what it's like

When you're sick of yourself,
it grips you
When you wanna hurt
the way they do