Inserting an image, deleting the old me,
Revamped and ready for a new start.
Graduating from the little girl I used to be,
Throwing out old memories that I want to forget.
Singing and dancing, prancing around,
Showing off the individual in me.
Streaks of colour that now flow from my head,
A definition that shows my style.
The chock marks around my neck,
Never can I forget what you did to me.
Stripped of any hope,
You just wanted to let me suffer.
Hating the sight of blood,
Still, that didn't stop me.
Pouring out of emotions and fears,
I thought the scars would fade.
Scratches on my face,
A mark, made by the devil in me.
Razor slipped, now on the floor,
It's too late to save this little girl.
All the good you taught,
It all drained with the fears below.
Pain bellows inside, a lion calling for food,
I can't feed within old material.
Knurling at the bones,
Making any use of the meat that's left.
Teeth becoming worse for ware,
The same as the bleated body.
Clothes worn and discoloured,
I want to be happy, singing my song again.
Prints of fashion and scars,
They're nothing like the image in her broken mind.
