Now, wasn't that just fun?

Insecurities and flaws
Strawberry lip gloss covers the bruise
Big hair and black eyeliner
Feeling a little used
Converse shoe box full of secrets
Razor blades and knifes
Hidden underneath my bed
Not meant for you to find
Cut my arm and cut my wrist
Cut my shoulder, for a little twist
Crimson lines of sorrow
Pouring fresh from my scarred skin
Hurt myself and the outside
To kill what is within
Pull the black long sleeve back down
To cover what I've done
Put a fake smile on my face

Now, wasn't that just fun?