Box of Sharp Objects

All my secrets hidden In the color of red Filled with my sharp objects That I keep under my bed No one would ever know I look happy don't I But I'm not because I have a secret So I look alive Full of life they said But I'm not I'm dead But I fought Fought against myself But how could you ever win That's the problem you don't You die with every sin No one knows why or how And for a second they care But they never really did All they did was stare So I grab my box Soon see blood running down my skin That's when I feel alive But I still could never win Win my own battle against myself So I just listen to the rattle Of my sharp objects