Freshly painted, a new me,
Free from the pain that was suffered.
Cut me out of that picture,
Where I was standing in darkness.
Past, hating myself, who I was,
Now I learn to live with it.
Pressure to be so perfect,
As my every move is under guard.
Don’t know where to run,
Where cameras won’t haunt me.
Covering up why I did,
What I did to you, everyone else.
Cold fingers have a chilling
Effect on me.
Nothing is so sweet, so bland and
Full of pain scars that I cut.
Blood dry, blade binned,
Don’t want to cry, fear death.
