She takes the knife from the bottom drawer;
sharpens the blade
just once more
blood stains show as she looks real close
she sees the marks, the scars, the pain, it all
slowly cuts, as blood drips down, she knows her pain, she wonders why shes become this way
the kids at school call her weird,
just that emo chick with her hair in her face, the one in the corner, all alone, no friends, no one to hold
they laugh they joke but they just dont know, that only make her worse and worse
the longer she cuts, the deeper they get, the wounds never heal, but she dont give a shit, they laugh like shes an animal just another class act but if only they saw they wouldn't truly see but they dont take the time to stop and think;
shes human too, but the only difference is shes not like YOU!!!!!!
