Sad

Dark Enough

This is a song orginally written by Amanda Lupicollo, with modified lyrics, so that it's in a first person point of view. I did my best to keep all of the rhythms the same. Please be mindful that this song might be triggering if you do choose to listen to it, though I strongly recommend it. Anyways, please enjoy the edited version of Dark Enough.
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I was the girl in the front of my class,
Who you'd swear you've never seen do anything but laugh,
You'd say that I'm smart and beautiful and strong,
But when I'm down I can't fix what is wrong.

How can you say I'm perfect, if I feel so insecure, as to scar my skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more?
How can you say I'm loving, if I hate my own guts?
Drawing a picture on my arms with a blade as if my mind wasn't dark enough.

I was the girl in the front of my glass, who's eyes were glazed over like newly cut glass.
The ghost of smile, hinted at my face, and I laughed when my friend's said Who's on first base.

How can you say I'm perfect, if I feel so insecure, as to scar my skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more?
How can you say I'm loving, if I hate my own guts?
Drawing a picture on my arms with a blade as if my mind wasn't dark enough.

I was the girl in the front of my class who was so said it was rare to see me smile or laugh.
My friends told me jokes like the one with the guy, but all I did was close my eyes and enter my mind.

How can you say I'm perfect, if I feel so insecure, as to scar my skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more?
How can you say I'm loving, if I hate my own guts?
Drawing a picture on my arms with a blade as if my mind wasn't dark enough.

For my imperfections...

I was the girl in the front of my class who today will take the breath that is my last.
I wrote a few words: I'm sorry I didn't say, but my mind is messed up, you couldn't save me anyway.
And to the boy in the back of the class, who feels the way I did.

How does someone so perfect feel so insecure as to scar his skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more?