Trying to escape from all my fears, I drowned in a puddle of my tears.

Does she have to ask for help if her arms are bleeding?

Water-proof mascara and bandaids won't do; the mascara still runs and the pain bleeds through.
Blackened tears flowing down to lips unkissed, ignore her and she'll no longer exist.

People say that the pain will fade in time, I say grab a razor and cut on the dotted line.

My life is such a mess; can't tell my ups from my downs.
I try to look happy; but my smiles soon turn to frowns.

No matter how much I cry, it will never wash away the pain.

Tell me...is it wrong that the only time I feel truly loved is when I'm being used???

Is it wrong to love being emotionally abused by people you thought were friends?

I'm not just a painted up doll for you to dress up and throw around.

Pumpkin Head is the coolest.
He'll devower you in your sleep,
then bury your carcus in the garden.