Screaming out loud, no one cares.
Ripping your guts out and falling.
Pulling your sleeves up to reveal the
fresh blood.
Dropping the blade on the ground, and smiling
at your handy work.
Everyone that though of you as this, was right.
I knew it somewhere down deep.
Laughing at my stupidity, wanting to
feel every ounce of pain.
Wishing for someone to see me for what I
am.
Screaming for help on the inside and
crying on the out.
There's no help for someone like
me.
Picking up the blade again and
cutting across my stomach and up and
down my arms.
Am I *bunny* pretty now!?
Am I how you wanted me!
Screaming all over again and again.
Hoping to just die, there's no more hope.
What have I done, that you haven't?
Taking the blade one last time and shove it
into my dark, and unwanted life
