We cut and **** flowers because we think they’re beautiful
We cut and **** ourselves because we think we are not

My darlings pull your sleeves down
No one has to know
With all the pain you’ve gone through
Your scars don’t have to show
With cuts and scratches and tears
You death is nearly here
Blood stained towels cover the floor
Everyone’s hoping you’ll walk out the door
Throw up honey you’re to fat
Blame your cuts on the cat
Sliding a blade across your skin
Getting sick to be thin

A smile for each cut
Its getting bad but i won't let you see
You know i'm slowly dying
But i smile
Out of sight
Out of mind
I'll be perfectly fine
When i'm six feet under ground

And I
Was so stuck
On my own
Little
Problems
That I totally
Missed
That you were
Suicidal
Too.

You said you're "okay"
But I know
You're not.
I could tell by
The way you
Took a little breath before
You spoke,
Like I could hear the words.
"Should I lie to her, too?"