We cut and kill flowers because we think they're beautiful
We cut and kill ourselves because we think we're not
We erase mistakes on writings and drawings because we know we can fix them
We don't think we can fix mistakes we've made onto others
It's very easy to say "busy" when someone needs you
It's very painful to hear "busy" when you need someone
We starve ourselves because it's called "beauty"
Because we can't tell ourselves that we're already perfect
They say we seek attention, that's not wrong
We just don't want it from you
We try and please everyone
But we cant. Because life just dumps trash on me for being the obvious trash can
We're forced to do things that cause us to leave
Everyone gives us sappy faces, thinking we can change our parents' decisions
