My wrist is itching
Like it knows my thoughts...
So here we go
Falling back into the same old habits...
My stomach hurts
Like I might throw up at any moment...
I hope you feel good about yourself
Like a hero...
I’m watching a crimson drop (or 5)
Shooting down my arm...
I hold in all the pain I feel inside,
as hard I as try I cannot hide...
Here i am
standing like that night I...
In letters or in songs
the words will find me still...
The thought
floating around...
I was once happy,
I was once daddies little girl...
Slide the razor across
Wipe away the blood...
When people ask me
Why I cut...