All In My Head

p*ss it all in my head?
I think that I should be dead.
But you don't care.
You don't know my past,
So, don't even care to ask.
You think that I'm always happy and cheerful,
But inside I'm always tearful.
If you think that cutting is wrong,
Try it and you'll sing a different song.
It takes the pain away,
But don't listen to what I say.
It takes the world away;
Another place I'd like to stay.
What do you think of when you think of me?
Suicide, depression, is that what you see?
Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong.
Have you been thinking that all along?
Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed.
Is it really just all in my head?