Not the same

I am not the same 

Although I grab that blade 

I can not make a mark

I wish I could so I wouldn't have to live like this anymore

But something in my mind makes me stop

I don't want to stop.. I want it to end

I want to stop breathing.. it'd make people's lives much better I'm sure..

Besides that's all they're looking for

So yes I am not the same.. I'm quiet and more observing

I do not trust as easily as I used too

I do not believe in such a thing as love anymore 

I am not the same