I can't keep waking up
And looking in the mirror
Seeing myself and
Hating
What I look like
Hating
My family insulting
How I look
What I listen to
What I wear
Than getting mad because
I am never around
To listen to them
I can't keep those promises
Not to cut
Not to cry
Not to lie to you
Telling you I am fine
I can't keep going around smiling
just so you don't see those
New scars
That mark my arms and legs
But I am running out of room
Because the clothes I where
Are starting to let those
Scars be seen
I need you to listen to me
To lift me
And tell me the view is
Better from the top
