You leave and you say
"Get out and move away...

You are so clearly fake
with your false little lies...

She wore her scars proud
a symbol of her past...

She stands and stares
her eyes empty and dead...

I can't help her now
she's chosen her way...

With every new day
comes something more...

The pain comes harshly
in every cut that I make...

Stalking the night
in search of prey...

Why am I so blue
and have everyday to cry...

Why did I need to cut everynight
and why am I so scared...

I knew it was bad
when I did it last...

Feeling nothing on the inside
too broken yet living...