I feel strongly about this...Please, don't...
My my sole now torn,
why did u have to leave...
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But you leave scars that are never shown...
I think im getting better
it was such a hard task...
Paint me a picture,
Paint it with my blade...
What we strive to understand
is too complex to grasp...
A girl cries as she stands in the rain
It's a constant reminder of her pain...
There's unhealed wounds surrounding my shattered...
Poison running through my blood which you helped...
I feel so lonely, so depressed,
All the time I want to cry...
Sitting in the playground
Rocking on the swing...
I am no angel
for I have broken many hearts...
If self harm is for attention,
then why the scars we conceal...