My Songs

Pretty Scars

They cover my skin

My life's story

If you look closely

You can read their words

Broken butterflies

Bloody blades

Salty tears

Pretty scars

My butterflies

Didn't have a chance

For the monster inside

Commanded they were to be killed

The bloody blades

Were my best friends

They offered me an escape

And a gave me a high I couldn't deny

Salty tears

Trickled from my pain filled eyes

And flowed down my cheeks

As I left my reminders

My pretty scars

Remind me everything is real

They are my story

Look closely, and you can read the words

Would you kiss my pain away?

Write Love on my arms?

Will you wipe the tears out of my eyes?

Why not read my story?

I painted a pretty picture, the strokes sharp and precise

But my story has a quite shocking twist

For the canvas was my wrist

And my sharp paintbrush a razor

I went to sleep, and closed my eyes

I dreamt of broken butterflies, that tore their wings against a thorn

I knew the that they had borne

Silver metal that shone so bright, with scarlet blood that felt so right

I dreamt of that blood trickling down, and woke just before I drowned

The moonlight was shining off my tears

As I bled out my own worst fears