Mellow, I feel nothing
I just sit here silently
Thinking of what I would change About me
My answer would be everything
Then I might not have scars
That wont heal
My fantasy of being normal
Would become real
I would make different friends
The ones I have don't help at all
They are the ones people stay away from
They are the ones who made me fall
I fell into this pit
This pit of self mutilation
Now I have no morals
No self representation
Thinking of what I said before
So I guess you can't feel "nothing"
because no matter what
We feel something
And I truly wouldnt change
I made a mistake
I know I was wrong
This is the lesson of life I must take
I have learned from my misjudgments
Like we all should
But I would take back ever self inflected scar
If only I could
I felt inside ugly
I only made it worse
By making myself ugly out
Self mutilation is an addicting curse
So when I'm asked what I am thinking about
I will say nothing
Cause nothing is not just something
It's everything.
