I barely recognize her
the girl in the mirror
I see her  pain
how she is so tired of rejection
no one ever wants her
neither does she.
The girl... she's me
she'is my reflection.
I am a walking life form of flaws
I break inside
wanting nothing more than to be beautiful
my skin resembles my inner wounds
i'm never enough
never beautiful
never smart
never funny
never loved
never wanted
I know others have it worse than I
but that doesn't mean I wouldn't say good-bye.
I've been abused, used, lied to, hated
i get passed around from different places
getting tormented by new faces
I want to belong
but my reflection shows
that a beast as hideous as I
could never belong ... anywhere
I have accepted the fact
that I will never  be lovely
but nothing hurts worse than the pain
of looking in the mirror.

We are nothing
We're not lovers
We're under covers
We are nothing

We are nothing
Nothing but an illusion
It's all in my head
What I'm feeling for you

We are nothing
We are just a drunken rampage
Just a moment of touching
Just the emptiness we create

We are nothing
We are nothing after tonight
So why am I hoping?
That you'll see me in a new light.

love me now before
I'll lose my way
and never
see you
again
...
..
.

Stop cutting.

I get it, life hurts.

You want to feel, something.

You would rather watch your own blood seep out of your body from a self inflicted wound, than experience the hurt you have inside.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You choose to hurt yourself because you are overwhelmed by the pain you have caused another person, even if it was unintentional. The thought of that person whom you have such strong feelings for, suffering because of your actions or in-actions, is almost unbearable.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You don't know what to make of your situation. You don't know how a person like you could end up in such a ****** up scene. You feel stuck, lost.

I get it. I do.
Stop cutting.

Your parents ****. They don't understand the kind of **** you are going through. Sure they were kids once but that was different. Things were different back then. They don't get you and they probably never will. They don't care.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You really want to hurt yourself because you get off on the pain. You want it. You need it. You deserve it. You were put on this earth to suffer and you accept your role as martyr.

I get it. Truly, I do.
Stop cutting.

You need some sort of release. Something, anything. Anything but the consuming black,
nothing. The sweet release that only a razor can provide is the only thing that seems real to you amidst all of the drama.

I get it.
Stop cutting.



There is chaos in your life and the secret solitude provided by your ritual seems like an oasis.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You like the way your skin splits open.  You like the way you can touch the cuts underneath your clothes. You like the way the scars remind you.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

The love of your life has abandoned you, leaving a void that nobody will ever fill. Ever.
You are completely and utterly alone.

Life *****.

I get it.

You however, are beautiful,
inside and out,
scars and everything,
and you are not as alone as you think.


Please,
Please,
Please,
Stop cutting.