What you see

I am not what you see
this person in front of you is not me

I am not here not there
why cant you see why dont you belive that you are the ones killing me

Mother Father
what you see
is not me

I've hidden from you
from me this person you made me be

I pick up the knife to feel anything
I pick up the knife to carve you out of me

The blood that drips down my arms
the blood that covers the floor is not mine

its yours

you have always been the ones that put the knife in my hand

what you see is me on the floor

killed by yours hands

dying crying sighing

i know your lying
what you pretend you dont see
what you think isnt really me

what you see will never be me
not until i can get every drop of your blood out of me

mother father what you see is a dying me