Some people ask me "Are you suicidal?"
I say "No, why?"
Then they glance at my arms and look at me like I'm crazy
The cuts are plain to see, old and new
Great, now people are starting to ask questions
So no, I'm not suicidal
I'm just a girl who wishes for a better life
Of people who don't judge me
For my Father not to be so perverted and abusive towards me
A life where I wouldn't have to be afraid to go home every night
When friends actually see me, not my masks
But these things could never happen
I'm stuck in this stupid life
Full of people who judge me and hate me
Anyone else I know wouldn't survive my life
So how am I still here?
I wish this tale was out of the blue.....
But every word in this story is true.
