My Scars

The dye rinsed out of my hair
How I looked- I didn't care
Dark bags line my eyes
I'm trying to disguise
The lonely life I lead
Every night I hear my soul plead
With every cut I make
With every painful breath I take
I can hear my heart breaking
Along with every soul I'm taking
What the point of a lonely life
The same as my cold sharp knife
Just to kill whats left of me
My emotions are set free
I've been beatin'
Physically and Mentally - mistreatin'
Chronologically cut in half
I subconsciously laugh
Because my attempt to fall from grave
I didn't have time to brace.