I sit here and think of all the things you've said.
My eyes and arms are red.
From cutting, and crying all at the same time.
That's why I spill my emotions in this Rhyme.
Are they true, or are they a lie?
Do you want me, or do you want me to die?
Am I the lowest form on earth, or am I not?
Do you want the things you've said to be forgot?
Am I not good enough for you? Or is it my face?
Is it my eyes, or is it my race?
Or are you just trying to hide your feelings for me.
And really you want us to be?
