Please. I'm not perfect. Makeup is my disguise besides fake smiles and laughs. Under beneath my eye leaves a story. As well for the bruise on my cheek that remains forever. My arms have scars that hides under my bracelets. Burns are imprinted on my thigh. That's not pretty... It's hideous. My nails aren't as perfect either. I have a habit of biting them off. Who wants a girl like this? My life can't possible break if it wasn't even whole to start with. I fell so hard. Coats hides my face as I pull the strings. No wonder the food poisoning joke seems hilarious. I am a huge joke. I'm way below level. Help, I have done it.... again. I have been here many times before. Hurt. Myself again. Today. And the worst part is theres no one to run to.
I think that I might break... I feel so unsafe. Where were you when everything was fallen apart? All my days was spent a telephone. That never rang. And all I need was call.. That never came. In the end, everyone ends up alone. Just a little too late.
