Thin metal slides across my skin,
but I only bleed within its killing me,
so I cut deep drops of red prick my skin
breathing starts to thin out
as the pain, I'm used to, starts to calm me down,
I'm beyond damaged,
way too broken to fix,
all I see is me in the mirror, is that still me in the mirror.
Because I don't know that girl
dark eyes framed in bags and long sleeves to cover shaking hands
blurred lines start to bleed red
paint on a smile
brush your hair
have them convinced that you don't care
cry alone in the dark
Cause you're the only one who knows how fucked up you are
and they can't fix you cause your too broken
and they won't fix you but you keep hoping
but there is only me in the mirror is that still me in the mirror
soon enough that girl will show,
they'll see the scarred lines
tripping over nothing cause I'm sick
and I don't feel right
I want nothing more than for it to end tonight.
