Slice

I make a slice
down my arm
I'm doing it to feel better
no just to harm.

As the blade slices
across my scarred wrist
In my jumbled little mind
that would be nice.

I put on a front
even put on a show
but I'm dying inside
but only very slow.

You look at me
and see a happy girl
but if you saw my mind
you'd see it go tilt-a-whirl

don't get mad when
you see a cut
it's not like you're
living with me in my hut

I am fragile
just like a sculpture
Please leave me alone
don't be a vulture

I'll come to my senses
just not today
but until then, goodbye
i have nothing left to say.