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

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

Her heart is porcelain,
Easily broken...

You say nice things to me
And tell my it isn't a lie...

I write this note to let you know
Of all the things I do not show...

Sitting on a ledge
Thinking of my pain...

There was this girl
There was this guy...

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

The kiss of metal
The fun of harm...

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

I see you with her,
I know of your lies...