She's laying in bed,
Her face hot,
Tears and screams coming,
Bouncing off the walls.
She rips the blade from her arm,
Her once pure body,
Its nice,
Watching the blood, calming.
She hates herself,
She hates her life,
Singing to the music,
She wants to end her life.
What is a smile?
What is fun?
These next words taunting her soul
UGLY, FAKE, STUPID, WEAK.
All the tears warming her face.
She's starting to break,
Back into the cold place.
Back again, feeling safe.
This is who I am,
This is what I do
