My mind was clouded when you called my name
The voice in my head told me to use you
You cut my skin when I use you
But you don't hurt as much as the words that drive me to you
"You're ugly"
"You're not important"
"You should kill yourself"
People not caring that you cut my skin to the point it bleeds
Others decided not to notice you
But others that know say that they don't care and tell you to keep cutting my skin
I cry sometimes when I think about you and your cuts
The scars you make will always be apart of me.
People don't care about me or you
They look the other way
The voice adds to the hold you have on me
"You're a disappointment"
"You're makeup is horrible"
"You're not good enough"
"It's your fault"
"They don't really love"
"Just die already"
Some of the word the voice that others created say
They hit hard and deeper
After hearing those words so many times
I want to use you
To the point I need to use you
The blood flows down my arm
and on my legs
The blood that's on my hand or others
I'm sorry
But I can't stop using you
