A princess lost in her own kingdom,
no crown is placed upon her head,
no luxury she does get,
only the wet pillows from tears on her bed,
she has bruises and scars on her body,
from all the times shes been kicked around,
all the tears she has cried,
enough to make all her enemy's drown,
she cries and weeps,
here on this floor,
in her black and white world full of hatred and pain,
as her family hits her again and again,
with depression and bulimia,
she starves and cuts,
people say shes phyco,
say shes going nuts,
but this insane princess,
is craving love,
but she only gets her uncle standing above,
demanding her to let him have his way,
to **** her, and all she can do is hold her tears back till hes away,
then when he goes,
she screams and cries,
she thinks of her family in which her despise,
will anybody save her,
bring the colors back into her life,
as right now she lifts her knife,
to her wrist and slices away,
mutilating her skin,
till her head does spin,
then she passes out,
no regret, no remorse,
that insane princess,
her life has run its final course.

Baby girl
I know it's hard
It's going to be like this for a while
That blade isn't your friend
It's not your fault
Yet you still cut
It hurts me to see your scars.
Up and down your arms
Your legs
One across your throat

Baby girl
It's not your fault
That you're hurting
So much that you hurt yourself
Everyone has problems
I'm sorry everyone sees yours

Baby girl
Your flaws are perfect for me
You don't need to worry
You are mine
Even though you don't know
You are falling for that guy
That guy that isn't worth you
He doesn't understand you like I do

Baby girl
I need you
I love you

Its like a private battle
Going on inside my head
My mind says, “Use the razor.”
My heart says, “Live instead.” Its like a little warzone
And I’m standing in the battlefield.
The scales could tip either way
And to the darkness I yield.

I keep this secret locked within me
But it escapes in a crimson tide.
Soon everyone will know
That once again, I’ve lied.

I try to control the urges
But sometimes I crave release
And I know deep inside
That my blade will bring me peace

On the nights that I don’t lie awake
Dreaming of far better things
Than cutting myself and watching it bleed
I’m quietly reminiscing

The good old days
Where the need to bleed
Didn’t exist an an option
Because I could grieve.

But the tears don’t come anymore
And its red blood I cry
And now I fight off ugly thoughts
About different ways I could die.

Sometimes I ask myself “Why?”
As the knife rests on my wrist
Such a temptation to take my life
And yet I still resist

I know I’ve got things to live for
Like myself and my friends
But each day I face the fact
That few people understand

What its like to walk in my shoes
To be a self-harmer
To make these marks on my skin
And to think thoughts far darker

Than any person really should
But I wake up each day
I think maybe its time to break this habit
Although it seems so far away.

Each day brings me new pains
And also something new
A chance to leave my past behind
And color my world something other than red.