There are marks upon his arms.
Hidden beneath the articles of dark clothing...

I'm sorry that I couldn't be enough for you to...
I wish that I could have been your perfect angel...

I miss the way it all felt.
The way the pain inside began to melt...

I can't stand to think of you anymore.
Because you have hurt me to many times that I...

People see the cuts upon her wrists
But still they see her life as bliss...

When she sees her own reflection
she turns away in shame...

Deep into the skin it goes.
The pain inside grows and grows...

Her problems are far to great to stop.
She is to far in that she can not be helped...

I hate when he lifts my spirits up,
He always lets me down...

There is no explanation for the way I act around...
Other than the fact that I do not have to pretend...

The blood through your veins was once red and warm...
But for some reason it has turned cold as ice...

She deserves to be sad,
For always thinking down upon her dad...