Words slap me across the face
And cut my wrist...

I never knew I would need you to call my name
I never knew I would need your hugs...

My eyes are swollen
And my heart aches...

If only they could see why
I am this way...

The teacher looks at her
She had failed again...

What is Love?
A trap...

She told me
That her troubles were pressing her down...

The blood seeps out of the cut
But I do not stop...

If the lord had given me wings
Ones with the uniqueness of a butterfly...

He is a scar on my wrist
Whether I like it or not...

I am so ashamed of my feelings
My constant flirtation with Self Harm...

Let me tell you
About my new best friend...