I'm No Broken Beauty

I'm no broken beauty,
I'm not even real.
I guess I forgot to tell you,
That I don't know how to feel.

I'm a dried up puddle of lies,
and the use to be tears once were real.
But I guess I forgot to tell you,
That I forgot how to feel.

I'm not a cutter and I'm not suicidal.
I'm just a little less great,
And a little more damaged.
But that's my fate.

I don't count the blood drops,
And I don't count the tears.
I'm a little more content,
And a little less how I appear.

But you only take one look.
Maybe you should take two.
Because I'm not too bad,
But that's up to you.