Red Ink/Black Blood

Can someone explain to me why

The biggest lie to tell is I'm fine

And why my best friends tell me

Daily that they feel like dying

How did it get so far?

How did we all fall apart?

Our parents say we're crazy

And our teachers call us lazy

But we cry ourselves to sleep

Over our classes and our GPAs

And don't stop to think about our wrists

Bloody from trying to get away

This ink is black

But blood runs red

And I no longer know

What fills my head

I hate this, I hate this, I hate this

Am I just being over dramatic?

Surely this can't be what

Life is actually like

Except it is

My shaking hands prove it

And if they didn't

Your scars surely would

This blood is red

But ink runs black

And I don't know

The color of these words.