No Hero

Go ahead and call me innocent
For everything I haven’t done yet
I know I’m not that corrupted
But I’m far from being pure
I’m not innocent at all
So before you point out everything
I’ve never done
Think about what I have
And then try to call me pure

How innocent can I be
If I cut for three years?
I find beauty and peace in blood
And grew to love the pain
And not just the crimson water
I’m covered in scars
From those years that my life
Was run by the knife
If my body’s so scarred
Then how innocent can I be?

How pure am I
If I’m clinically depressed?
I know it’s quite common
For teen girls to be like this
But that doesn’t make it all right
It doesn’t mean that it’s okay
To feel this way
And be seeing a shrink
At least once a week
If my mind’s so scarred
Then how pure am I?

How can I be perfect
If I’ve tried to kill myself?
Only once did I actually try
But countless times
It has crossed my mind
And every time I thought of it
I got closer to the act
Until that one night
When I picked up the pills
And tried to end it all
If my soul’s so scarred
Then how can I be perfect?

I don’t mind if you say I’m innocent
I don’t mind if you think I’m pure
I don’t even mind if you call me perfect
But please, whatever you do
Don’t think of me
As some sort of idol
Don’t ever look up to me
Or call me a hero
Because if this is what you want to be
Then you will end up as scarred as me
And maybe even find yourself
In an untimely grave