People say that the pain will fade in time, I say grab a razor and cut on the dotted line.

Look in my eyes,
and tell me what you see.

A broken soul,
that has ceased to be.

So many tests, so little time.
I send to you this burning sign.

Let this match find its way,
so it may light up my day.

Set these papers all aflame,
and I just hope I don't get blamed.

Bleeding forever in a world that doesn't want me.

She may say she's okay, but her scars are screaming she's not.

One thing that I never knew, no matter how I try to mend my broken heart, the pain still bleeds through.

I try to hide, I try to run, try to live, but my life's done.

Trying to escape from all my fears, I drowned in a puddle of my tears.

Does she have to ask for help if her arms are bleeding?

Water-proof mascara and bandaids won't do; the mascara still runs and the pain bleeds through.
Blackened tears flowing down to lips unkissed, ignore her and she'll no longer exist.