The things they say,
Are the reason behind the scars on my heart,
And cuts on my wrists,
I try to hide the pain inside,
But it’s so hard when I hear them,
Laughing at my imperfections,
Acting as though they are flawless,
I look in the mirror
And wonder what’s the point of being alive,
What’s wrong with me?
I feel like a forgotten rag doll,
Being kicked out of their way,
Left in the cold.
The pain bubbles inside,
Their voices ring out,
I can feel the sting in my stomach,
Their words fill my head,
I’ve cried too many tears now,
They always tell me to just do it,
No one would miss you,
I never believed them,
But day after day I’m starting to,
It’s time to do it,
It’s time to obey them,
I’m already dead inside anyway,
I’m just suffering now,
They got their wish.