I remember the day he said I was beautiful
But he doesn't see these scars
He doesn't realize the things I think about
what keeps me under these stars
The cuts I always seem to create
I am ashamed of theim because they define my hate
He says he loves me and he wants me to stop
but how can i stop something
but then again, how could I not
I pray for strength everyday
hopeing one day i might be sent away
I want to stop
but somehow I cant
this addiction has been fed
and now I am faint
hissing and biting
peeling this paint
The paint which I have colored over
so many time
the times with all my memories
of my life
I give up so much
I love you so much
I want you to be happy
and I want to be too
Which is why I am dedicating this writing to you.
