What do you want me to say?
That when I look in the mirror I see a beautiful girl?
That suicide isn't constantly on my mind?
Do you want me to lie to your face?
So the last thing you hear from me is
"I'm fine."?
Because I'm not fine.
I'm sorry I can't BE fine.
I'm sorry I can't GET OVER IT.
I'm sorry that when I look in the mirror, all I see is someone who is worthless and unworthy of love.
Im sorry that when I look down at my arms i crave for there to be slashes covering it.
I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY I WANT TO DIE. I'M SORRY I LIED AND SAID I WAS FINE.
because im not fine. But I'm gonna have to push on. Put more force into life than I did into that razor across my skin.
