The cuts haven't disappeared yet.
I keep hoping, begging, praying that it'll be okay.
And that they may go away.
But new ones appear every morning. Where do they keep coming from?
I cover them up with bracelets and my hoodie.
So for now I'll just pretend to be okay.
I won't be here for long.
But the day that it takes me away,
I hope they pull up my sleeve.
I hope they don't cry.
I hope those that did this to me
Will realize.
I've become a fairly good actress.
My smile seems convincing enough.
So I'll just pretend.
I'll pretend that I really am that happy little girl.
I'll just pretend.
I'll pretend to be the one who always picks herself up after I fall.
And I'll pretend,
I'll pretend it doesn't hurt.
I'll also pretend,
I'll pretend to be the innocent one.
Of course I'll pretend,
I'll pretend I'm not broken and that it doesn't hurt.
I'll pretend,
I'll pretend I don't have scars.
Yes I'll pretend.
But not for long.
I'll pretend for now.
