Blood

I've tasted blood before
I've been much to tired to speak
I've cut my ever tender skin
too touch, would make me weak.

:.*

I've been one of those girls
whose cuts could make me happy
I thought that if I cut myself
I'd grow wings, and I'd fly free.

I've been in love, infatuation
knowing he does not know I exist
things that I found wrong with myself was always a neverending list.

:.*

I've felt pain like you have
and I've dealt with how to deal
everone seeing a troubled girl
yet not asking how I feel.

I've done bad like everyone
and my cuts are always real
I've felt pain like you have
the cuts remind me that I'm real.

:.*

I've been wanting to die
like all the other teens
but the words that are often spoken
are not always what they mean.

I'm just your average typical girl
watching fake angels sore
but this typical girl who I claim to be, has tasted blood before.