Sometimes I self harm
Scars disappeared on my arm
Scars reside on my thigh
Vividly just sitting there
Drawing attention as if they're sexy hot guys
In shorts I feel like everyone stops to stare
New cuts line my thighs stop and scream at the sky
Screaming at the man
The one upstairs
You know, the big guy everyone loves up there
I don't see why everyone thinks he's real
Don't they say he knows how to heal
Well if that's true
How come the prayers I cry, all the same, nothing new
Remain unanswered, as if I go unnoticed to him
So I don't believe in the "magical mystical whim"
I will just sit here broken, blades in my hand as tears go down my face
Waiting for death to quicken its pace
