cut me up, just like a piece of paper, i mean nothing more to you
when you feel like giving up ;;
just remember why you held ''
on for so long in the first place
read me the letter, baby,
do not leave out the words.
stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls.
yeah . thats what you are . my favorite scar <|3
found a box of sharp objects
what a beautiful thing
but sometimes acting happy
makes you hurt that much more
she cuts her wrist to watch it bleed
hoping someone will save her
i'm not the little girl my parents wanted me to be.
& doesn't that sound familiar?
doesn't that hit too close to home?
doesn't that make you shiver ;;
the way things could've gone?
please take this razor blade from my hand
and promise me you'll never give it back to me...
&& he takes the razor out of her hands. && whispers to her gently "Just pre-tend you're pretty."
i know its wrong but its [ feels ] so right
i'll just add another scar tonight <|3
a new cut;; a new bracelet
hand over my heart, gun to my head
i swear to God I'm through with this
i am the worst liar I know
and I read about the afterlife
but I never really lived more than an hour
and I read about the afterlife
but I never really lived
she cut more and more
her arm was now full of lines
her artistic way of doing with
instead of complaints and whines
i'm all ears and I'm all scars
to hear you tell me "Boy's like you, you try too hard
to look not quite as desperate". I'm hanging on.
but I still know the way to make your makeup run.
the wider the smile... the deeper the cut /\/\/\/\
i am all scars now, nothing but scars. look at me, that's all you see, but i am more than that, so much more..
i walked through the hallway
holding my wrists
hoping no one will see me like this
he looks at me, scared what he'll find, he never thought i had these things in mind
he asks me "...is there any more?" looking at him with tears in my eyes
i whisper a simple reply ..what did you think bracelets were for..?
i love you && i have the scars to prove it..
what did you think bracelets were for??
hold a knife to my wrist,
and cut me so deep,
releasing the pain,
and heartbreak <x3
sweating in the dark we feed
on the forms in the light;
on the floor we're the flood.
we bleed, we bleed, we bleed
audio blood.
what'd you expect? a perfect child?
with pretty scars all over my wrists..
i'm sorry.. i didn't mean to hurt you.
these s.c.a.r.s on my w.r.i.s.t.s are proof that people like you do exist...
the rain was falling fast,
the wind was blowing hard,
that night she took the knife,
and made her one last scar,
a cut that will go
deep into my skin
deeper than my veins
deeper than any feeling
i've ever felt
or ever will feel
so cut me like paper and tape me into something beautiful
slice her wrists and cut her throat, even if you won't, what you say (&& don't say, is enough) she'll do it herself..x-x-x
