I remember when they used to say
Monsters live under your bed.
Or in your closet.
But never inside your head.
I remember when you'd cry,
And they'd ask where it hurt.
But now they never ask.
They leave you in the dirt.
I remember when you hated pain.
Cried every time you got a cut.
Now you give them to yourself,
Because some girl called you a slut.
You loved to smile and laugh,
But your smile is lost,
And your laugh disappeared.
And you don't care about the cost.
Because it feels too good to stop.
The needle in your arm,
Or the bottle to your lips.
Not caring if you cause yourself harm.
I remember when I was happy.
Just an innocent little girl.
But it's really funny,
How she can disappear in such a whirl.
