At night, I cut myself on the bathroom tiles,
At day, my scars are hidden by fake smiles.
At night, I fall asleep after I cry,
At day, I\'ll be happy, or at least I\'ll try.
At night, I despise myself beyond belief,
At day, I\'ll lie to people through my teeth.
At night, my thoughts hurt me, they are utter jerks,
At day, I\'m a model student who only ever works.
At night, I sit alone and let my arms bleed,
At day, from my torturous thoughts I\'m freed.
At night, I often with I were dead,
At day, I\'ll keep this thought in my head.