The heart that you had broken...
that heart belonged to me

A scar upon her wrist for every tear she cannot cry

Am i really as FAT as the mirror says i am??
am i really as UGLY as my mind says i am??
am i really as F.U.C.K.E.D as people say i am??
or could you really not give a damn?!

Im 17 and my dreams are gone...
thanks to you, my heart is torn

Thru my beautiful, moist, sad blue eyes...
i see my abusers, i see you guys!

She hates herself, for who she is,
for who she wants to be
this life she lives, is not her life,
she cries "this is not me!"

She is beautiful, yet pitiful
she cries herself to sleep
wakes up each day, no other way
and then begins to weep

Why is pain so real?
does it ever really heal?
this isnt a fair deal.
i only want to feel.
feel happy, safe and loved...
not used, abused and shoved!

I know it sounds selfish, but i've reached the point where i couldn't give a s h i t what you think.

I'm sick of living for other people...
for once I need a reason to live for myself.