This is my life
The flowers can't cover the scars
The thick skin on my arms
covered by harm
The harm I put on myself
the tears when I cry for help
I was 13 when I wanted to die
7th grade when I began to cry
Because I couldn't leave mom
The nights when she sang me that song
The self-harm I tried so much to stop
The nights when I was brought home by the cops
The days where I felt like dying but all I ended up doing was crying
The tears that flooded my eyes
The names I was called
The depression I wish so well I could solve
Like a rubrics cube, it's not that easy
The days when I wish your love could please me
This is a cry for help
Please take me down from the fucking shelf
