September 21
I’m hearing these taunts
and starting to listen
I’m letting myself break
And now I’m giving in
Flaunt your hair
Tell me I’m not tough
Well wait until I snap
Because I’ve had about enough
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is what they say true
Or is it just a lie?
Can I use your broken pieces
To finally let myself die?
Let’s start with razor blades
So I can dig them across my face
I’m putting a rope around my neck
And tying it with lace
Cut out my insides
As I carve a smile that’s still blood wet
I’ll watch it drip into the sink
Am I beautiful yet?
Watch me hollow out my eyes
And close the casket shut
From my elbows to my wrists
I’ll make a beautiful cut
My heart is rotten
How much you wanna bet?
I’ll mangle my face to a horrible sight
Am I beautiful yet?
I could slit my throat
But you wouldn’t be satisfied
Keep talking to me
My spirit already died
Watch me as I claw my cheeks
This is what you set
As I look at you with a bloody face
I ask you
Am I beautiful yet?
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
RomanceEmma is a normal fifteen year old girl with normal fifteen year old problems. She likes boys, she loves to dance, she wans to go to the parties, you know? She wants to be the popular girl. It's kinda hard when you can't talk.