My body is a canvas now
I need to express my feelings somehow
But where do i put
These little red lines tonight?

On my wrists?
On my thighs?
On my stomach?
Where?

Behind my knees?
Behind my arm?
Behind my back?
Where?

Where would bring me the most pain?
Where would be the easiest to conceal?
For not everyone understands my art.
And so i must keep it hidden.

Hate feeling like this
The dried tear stains on my face
I smile anyway

Zoe Grace curled in a ball
Zoe Grace wasn't able to deal with it all
All of her family and all of her friends
Couldn't put Zoe together again

I used to be whole
Now i'm far from it
The things that have happened
Are nobody elses fault.

It's all my fault
The way i am
Things that i have done
And failed to do

When i look in the mirror now
I see a forever heartbroken,
Incompetent, stupid,
Mentally ill teenage girl

When i look inside myself
All i see now
Are the broken pieces of my soul
That will most likely never be put back together again.

Why did I fall for you
If you won't
Even talk to me anymore?

You looked cute today
Why do you do this to me
You don't look my way.