When I look in the mirror I don't see that happy little girl I once was,
I see a disgrace,
A disgrace because I failed,
I failed to obey my mom,
I failed to make my dad love me,
I see a girl,
With scars,
And a wounded heart,
Tears coming down my face,
Wanting to end it all,
I find a reason to stay,
I cant give up,
I won't give up,
So tomorrow when I look in the mirror,
I'll smile because I'll still be here,
Even though it seem like my life has more downs than ups
More wrongs them rights,
But why ?
A question that will never get answered,
Time won't even tell.
But you can tell I had enough making myself feel like shit before anyone else have the chance to,
It hurts more from someone else,
But I'm used to being hurt ,
Hurt from loved ones ,
Hurt from strangers,
You're hurting me as I'm hurting myself in the process,
This hurt that goes on and on,
I hate hurting, but it makes me feel good,
Good to the point I think about how delusional I am,
Finding things funny that people wouldn't even think about laughing at,
They call me crazy and I believe it,
Ha, I'm crazy,
Crazy like thinking of ways I would physically cause someone pain,
But too coward to actually do it ,
I think how it will feel to trade places with my sister,
Being confined to strict schedule and a square with bars as a room,
I'm slowly forgetting how to feel ,
Not knowing what to feel,
Forgot how it feels to smile,
Cause my face stays moist from my cries,
I want to stop these tears but I can't,
