Fake Smiles

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.