Why does she feel so worthless,
yet everyone seems to care.
They tell her that she's beautiful,
but to her, it's just not there.
She doesn't realize what she's worth,
she doesn't feel a thing.
Overwhelmed by her emotions,
with only pain to bring.
Why can't she feel happy?
and gain a sense of pride.
Instead of waking every morning,
wishing she had died.
She can no longer control herself,
she's gone completely numb.
Thepain has taken over her,
and people say she's dumb.
The scars that line across my wrist,
tell a special story.
I'm ashamed of myself,
but no one seems to worry.
I don't feel that I'm pretty,
though, people tell me, I can't deny.
So why do I feel so worthless?
and constantly start to cry.
My scars are just a reminder,
of when I lose it all.
A constant burden,
appearing when I fall.
Why can't I see things clearly,
and feel the way they think?
Why can'tI just stop bleeding,
into the porcelin sink.
The pain inside is unbearable,
fighting to come out.
The razor drags across my skin,
leaving me with doubt.
Trying so hard to be happy,
but on the inside I'm crying.
I put on my plastic smile,
Although, I feel like dying.
