Looking up into the eyes staring back,
Bloodshot and fading lines of black.
Killing herself even more inside,
She is her own murderer.
Stories forever left cut in her wrist,
A personal do-not-forget list.
It's the ghost of the scars that scare,
Every day of the reminder life's never fair.
Those are the whispers telling her why,
She should give the blade another try.
So if she picks it up just once again,
Her clean skin will face a torturous end.
Killing herself even more inside,
She is her own murderer.
The night holds secrets it will never show,
When it's off to the bathroom she goes.
It's there where she throws up the pain,
Her insecurities keep her locked to this chain.
Fingers fight the burning sensation inside,
All her shame she would rather keep and hide.
This habit crashes down on her heart like waves,
Until she hits the perfect image she craves.
Killing herself even more inside,
She is her own murderer.
Dreams keep going even when reality collides,
So the brutal truth is pushed over to the side.
It's a road to hopelessness with no way back,
Without this, it's those smiles I always lack.
My mouth denies it but I truly know what's real,
I'm falling the wrong direction because I feel.
This is more than she can take,
The nightmares calling her awake,
Killing herself even more inside.
I am my own murderer.
