You all think I'm a drama queen
You think I'm an attention craving teen
I think your all oblivious and blind
Your the clear image of ignorant mankind
I don't want your pity or attention
The reasons I suffer, I will not mention
You all live your perfect little lives
Thinking nothing when you look at your dinner knives
But not me! I have the constant reminder of this
The scars on my wrist I WISH did not exist
But I can't stop it, It's an addiction
and for the future.. here's MY prediction...
One day you'll notice the newspaper headline
Long time suffering girl hits flat line
The article has caught your attention, go ahead read more
That freak girl in high school, found dead on bathroom floor
You remember the day you saw me cry
You didn't glance twice, didn't even wonder why
You could of asked if I was OK
Instead you turned your back and walked away
another day you had watched me fall
you laughed and continued down the hall
Didn't even offer her a hand or a smile
Nah, this girl was not exactly worthwhile
bruises and scars found from brutal hitting
Do you realize yet where i am getting?
do you mean to say maybe the girl had her reasons?
watching her get worse with each passing season
and to think that you could of prevented it
and sadly this is still something you will not admit
But don't you worry, you will get yours
I'll be back, to walk through your door
And the day that you die, may you discover
the truth about me you will uncover
So before I slit my wrist this one last time
I go into the bathroom to commit my last crime
I lie down on the floor to feel the cool tiles
NO more laughter no more smiles
the room is spinning, I've never been more glad
This happiness i feel, an emotion i have not had
So this is all, it is the bitter sweet end
I am the girl no one will defend
let it be known my cuts will never mend
and you are the causer! Stop playing pretend...