I cut into my misery
The blade skims across my arm
Nothing could mend my teenage angst
But this self inflicted harm
Cutting and scraping
Until I've reached the bone
Why won't you acknowledge me?
I feel so alone
The reflection I see haunts me
It drives me insane
I hate myself so much
I deserve to feel this pain
Dazzling black hair
Soft as finest silk
Dark as a cold winter's night
Pale skin like cream
Tender and supple
Her cheek brushes against mine
She smells of lavender
Her sweet scent drives me wild
Her heart beats
Fast like drums
Pulsating in a steady rhythm
She is me
Myself as I long to be
If only...
You see cuts all up my arm,
But nothing is wrong.
You find razorblades in my drawer,
But nothing is wrong.
There are bloodstains on my carpet,
But nothing is wrong.
I have tears in my eyes,
But as far as you know,
Nothing is wrong.
You told me to answer honestly
That's exactly what I did
I smothered the tears I had in my eyes
As my conscience ran and hid
I wish I hadn't told you
But this pretending had to end
We were lying to ourselves
Our broken hearts will mend
I'm sorry for your heartache
I'm sorry for your tears
Please tell me you'll forgive me
It's what I want to hear
What did this helpless little girl ever do
to deserve the pain and torture
that you have put her through?
She listens every night with tears in her eyes
to the sound of your abuse,
and her temper starts to rise.
She's angry with herself, and she's angry at the world.
But what could she have done?
She is just a little girl.
The little girl is growing up, and trying to fit in.
But despite her failed attempts
the little girl can't win.
No one listens to her. She feels so alone.
But who could really blame her
when she walks into her empty home.
It's becoming just too much for her, and she needs to make it stop.
She'll never be t
Watching as day turns to dusk
The sun begins its slumber
Until it is time to rise again
Another endless summer night
Spent in each other's arms
A handful of stars scattered
Across a clear, moonlit sky
Hand painted by God
His portrait of perfection
Waves crashing against the rocky shore
The sweet chirp of a cricket symphony
That's all the lovers hear
As they whisper their sweet nothings
Into each other's ear.
She wakes up every morning
To the sound of her alarm
And adds another cut
To the collection on her arm
Thinking she's alone
That no one knows her pain
But everyone surrounding her
Is under the same strain
The classmate she ignores
Sits and wonders why
What is the point of my life?
Why do I even try?
Her teacher that she despises
Keeps a bottle in her purse
She thinks it helps her problems
From getting any worse
Her best friend returns every night
To find an empty home
She cries herself to sleep
Because she feels so alone
So self involved
We rarely ever take pass
Of the people that we meet
Or are sitting in our class
Torn from the womb
Formed from its mother's flesh
Molded by rough, reckless hands
Released into this wicked world
Full of ignorance and sin
The pressure is intolerable
Too much for the weak, undeveloped being
Stabbed by deception
Shot down by your lies
Plummeting to its death
It's place of eternal rest
The taste of your sweet kiss
Your hot breath upon my face
An endless night of passion
And the warmth of your embrace
There's a fire in your eyes
That never seems to fade
Your smile shines through the night
Even in the darkest glade