"She just does it for attention."
"He doesn't have scars on his wrists, he doesn't cut."
"It's all made up in your head"
"But your life is so perfect."
"You are beautiful, you should stop."
"You're not ugly!"
"I don't want to deal with your problems."


"I'm worthless and ugly."
"I feel so numb and need to feel pain."
"I deserve this."
"No one will notice anyway."
"They probably just think I want attention."
"They won't understand."
"I am alone."

I push you away,
But I want you to chase me,

I close my heart,
But I want you to keep asking,

I say no words,
But I want you to understand,

I know,
I'm a *****.

It seems,
As soon as the moment has passed,
So have the feelings,
And an emptiness settles in,
I don't want to feel empty,
I want to continue feeling,
The numbness is the reason I want to die,
Because I can't live knowing I can't feel the love I have for you,
I need to feel,
Because I love you,
So I can't let go,
I have to keep holding on,
And I'm sorry,
But I really wish we had never met,
So that I could jsut **** myself and end it all,
But I know I'd hurt you,
So I can't,
Because I can't hurt you anymore,
So I'll suffer,
But I won't let you know,
Because if you knew how ****** I was,
You'd probably leave,
And I would finally be able to let go,
And maybe part of me doesn't want to yet,
A part of me is glad you're stopping me,
But that part of me is too weak to fight the stronger side,
So please don't leave,
I need you,
I hate my mind.

Do you ever have those times where you don't hate yourself?
For a moment you look in the mirror and smile.
You don't despise the face looking back at you,
And you even wonder why you ever did,
But then you walk away from the mirror.

Five minutes later you come back to the mirror,
You look at the ******* in front of you,
And you even wonder why you ever thought you were pretty,
Why in the world you thought you were okay,
And then you walk away and leave blood on the tiles.

Why?
Why the **** me?
Haven't you seen the scars?
Haven't you heard the hate?
Haven't you felt the pain?
Why the **** me?
Why?

I know I shouldn't,
But why should I not?

I know it's wrong,
But why is it wrong?

I know I'm bleeding,
But why should I stop?

Well maybe I wasn't meant to live,
Maybe I was born to bleed,
Maybe the only reason I breathe,
Is so that I can have my breath stolen.