She carves HATE ME on her thighs,
And on the other leg she carves LIES.
She's hurt so bad, she can't begin to explain,
Why she just causes herself so much more pain.
She cuts I HATE HIM,without thinking twice,
Why was she so stupid to think he was nice?
She drives herself mad trying to figure out what went wrong,
She should never have thought she was strong.
She cries at night, after cutting her skin,
She can't even remember when it started to begin.
There's nobody to talk to, nobody at all,
She doesn't want them to know she's starting to fall.
She feels weak, she doesn't know what else to do,
It's the only release she can go through.
Because alcohol is only a temporary release,
She needs something to keep her at peace.
She can't explain it to any of her friends,
They'll just think its stupid and try and make it end.
But she knows that its the only thing that reminds her she exists,
When the blade passes over her already scarred wrist.
LIAR is written in blood down her leg,
Nobody understands why she would rather be dead.
The word HATE is scarred on her skin,
She knows now never to let anybody in.
The words HATE ME are carved all over her thighs,
Her memory is filled with backstabbing and lies,
She's deciding to give up, when will it be the end?
When will they start realizing she deserves a good friend?
