I hear them whisper
I watch them laugh
They think they're perfect
But they don't know half
They think we can't tell
That they're worried too
About how they look
or what is or isn't true
So I go home
And I remember the words
That some people said
To make me feel hurt
I go to my room
And throw open the door
Walk to my dresser
And dig through my drawer
I grab the blade
Pull it to my wrist
Push down hard and pull
Another scar on the list
It hurts so bad
Yet it feels so good
The blood drips to the floor
And there I stood
I look in the mirror
The tears stream down my face
I fall asleep on my bed
And dream of a happy place
