i have at least one friend i blame myself because im so damn dumb i let my heart think for me i get attached so fast kill me now... it sux all i want is a true friend.
everyday i hear them
they hurt me even more
when they call me a slut
or call me a whore
im sick of the names
etched in my brain
just i cant shake it clean
they scar me inside
the pain a veil
hiding my feelings deep inside
so they can't hurt me
a fake smile and wave
get them off my back for today
but tomorrows a new day
the pain awaits
but perhaps a change
could take place
the pain with grace
and for that i can't wait...
up all night
listening to the screaming
through the wall
breaking glass
seeing the knife
lash out in anger
cut and gash
slap and tease
words bring her to her knees
but it's gone to far
blade to arm
to the floor she falls
this life she leaves
in the past
the future's bright
through the glass...
She gives up
Sixteen years old suicidal
innocence broken stolen in the night
on a bad road
leads to a dead end
the only way out
is through knives and pins
the end it seems so far away
being emo/gothic she can't wait for the day
cutting in the night
crying in the rain
can anyone see her pain?
or are you too vain?