Hanging life (undergoing editing)

Bleed Like Me

~~Avalanche is sullen and too thin
She starves herself to rid herself of sin
And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin
And she says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Chris is all dressed up and acting coy
Painted like a brand new Christmas toy
He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy
He says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Therapy is Speedie's brand new drug
Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun
It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun
And she cries:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

JT gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar
After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star
Getting all nostalgic as he sings "I Will Survive"
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
Try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend
Try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend
Just try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend
Try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend
You should see my scars
You should see my scars~~

{ Ana POV}

I think about getting some actual sleep tonight instead of my usual 'artificial-coffee-sleep' ... That plan failed due to the fact that I had 6 tests the next day and I was not paying attention for half of the class lessons.
I grab my textbooks and sit down on my bed. I have flash cards out and I'm cramming as much information as I can into my useless, empty brain.
"Fuck all of this shit" I say to myself as I throw my science flash cards into the air. The word vocabulary word 'cytoplasm' falls on to my lap.
I sigh.
"I am going to fail all of these tests" I whisper. Tears fill my eyes and a few spill over.
1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10
I stop crying. 10 seconds of relief makes me feel automatically better.

My demons in my head whisper that 'it won't matter that you failed these tests because by the time the teachers are done grading them, you will be dead. You will become our dead human-house. And there is NOTHING you can do about it'
Even though I know I shouldn't do this, i reach for my pair of safety scissors on my shelf. And I make deep slashes in my thighs. Fist the slashes are random, then I slowly transform them into a picture of a girl hanging herself. "Wow" I whisper "so much for those scissors being 'safe'. "
My whole mind seems to sing a little song;

They check your wrists,
But not your thighs.
They look at your smile,
Not in your eyes.
One last slash of the safety scissors and my picture is completed, on my thigh sits a girl who has empty eye sockets and a smile, no cuts on her wrist, but cuts on her thighs where her dress went a little too far up... This picture, is a perfect representation of me.