You didn't even know
you didn't even know i felt this bad
you didn't know each breath i took was one not worth being had
and my open eyes stare you in the face
as you glare at me in so much disgrace
you found me there
lying bloody on the floor
and my hair is messy
but yours is neat
black and tidy streaks of blond
mines filled with grease
my face is cold and so is my stare
ugly i am
but you are beautiful even when your skin is bare
my nose runny from weeping before this not so big of a event
but your nose is small you use it to make you breath you use it as vent
i turn up at your perfect small hands
and you glance over at my large crooked hands
then at my wrist as i remember the knives demands
is this what god is
is this what god does
to make me so different to make me so ugly
while she sits so beautifully so sweetly so gently and kindly and perfectly
on her thrown of happiness
while I'm just this ugly witch
this is what she saw when she found me
bloody on the floor
this is what she saw when she found me
but she didn't hear me when i cut and let out a great roar
a scream that all could hear
but no one turned to save me from this one last time cut
no one turned to save me when they heard my screams there doors is what they shut
so rap my arms around myself
and huddle on the floor
till my perfect little finder comes and gets me
and perhaps.....
....trys to save me
but i am gone
i am away
from all you perfect little people
