She his the cuts on her wrist
That's why
She didn't want people to miss her when she's gone
That's why
She didn't want to hurt people with them
That's why
No one van ever love her
That's why
She say the same pain in their eyes
That's why
She wasn't that person anymore
That's why
She changed just like her life did
That's why
She wanted her outside to look as desolate as she felt inside
That's why
She had nothing to smile for
That's why
She had the built up pain to let out
That's why
YOU ARE READING
What's In My Head
RandomJust the random thoughts of a depressed suicidal self harming individual
