Her heart is porcelain,
Easily broken...

These cuts silence my screams...
They soothe my helplessness...

Hiding in the folds of my blanket of depression,
Happiness is very hard to find...

Sitting on a ledge
Thinking of my pain...

I carve patterns into my skin
That is where the fun begins...

Breathing in everything,
Hold it in forever...

The kiss of metal
The fun of harm...

No one knows the pain I hide,
How I wish it would subside...

Have you looked in the mirror?
You have, really...

I take the knife
And hold it in my hand...

Who am I?
Am I that quiet little girl...