23 Aug, 2012 08:20 AM
Insecurity has no cure so why spell it out?
Why make up lies just because you're in doubt?
Bullied for anything you wish
I hold tightly to my razor blade
I can deal with this.
Smashing the mirrors cause I hate what I see
My razor blade should fix everything
The coolness of it against my pallid flesh
Crimson blood of a new wound. Fresh.
Tears stained against my skin
Should I ever breathe in again?
Will never love what I see
Is life supposed to be deadly.
Razor blade dripping precious red
Got nothing but insanity in my head
Her tears, her scars and deep cuts
I feel the pain, its not enough
Open your eyes, what can you see
An insecure bullied girl, here is me.