There is a girl,
She isn't very strong
Infact she is so weak, one poke and she'd fall to her knees
Her wrists are marked with scars that will never go away
Her head is pounding from the pain trapped inside
She locks the door at night and turns on her music so they don't hear her desperate cries
As the blade digs into her the pain from inside can be released,
She can breath.
But the voices never go away.
They tell her to do it again and again,
The voices point out all of her flaws and flaunt them in her face
The sad part is she listens to every word they say.
Friends tell her that she is beautiful and pretty but she never believes them
Why would she?
She knows it isn't true!
Why lie to a girl who lies to herself?
She forgets to lock the door,
Her mother walks in and sees the red blood on the white towel
She calls the therapist and sets up an appointment,
Waste of money that's what it is,
The girl won't talk, she won't admit anything.
The voices have told her that nobody was supposed to know and now she must be punished.
It's a weird way to live, to have to be controlled by yourself?
Because those voices are yourself.
I guess I'd know because that girl...
She's Me.
