I noticed your scars,
You noticed mine,
We understood.

Never spoke a word,
We didn't know how.
Didn't know we could.

We went to the library.
I picked up Cuts,
You picked up Scars.

We were trying to speak up.
Trying to convey a message,
One that was the both of ours.

I noticed that you count calories.
You noticed that I'm always nauseous.
We know the truth.

We'll never speak a word,
But we noticed each other's,
Misunderstood, unstable youth.

"Who is that?"
"Me? No. What? That can't be me."*

Where did these scars come from?
Where did my mind go?
What happened to the happy smile,
And the eyes that would brightly glow?
What happened to that pretty girl?
With the brain that would always grow?
When did this life turn so sharply cold?
When did my self-esteem become so low?
When was the last time I was happy?
I can honestly say, I don't even know

My eyes are always tearing,
Death is on my mind,
And the only thing I can say,
Is that I'm perfectly fine.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who's the suckiest of them all?
Grab a blade and leave a scar,
Always remember how terrible you are.

I'm going through a cycle,
That death can only end.
So many mixed emotions,
I cannot begin to comprehend.

Expressing my emotions,
Leads to being an "attention *****"
I do not take the razor to my skin,
But I do start a war.

Holding everything in,
Leads to fake laughs and smiles,
Tears fall when I'm alone,
And the blood pours out for miles.

Sober, I'm depressed,
Drunk, I tell everyone,
High, I'm relaxed,
But all, I just want to be done.

In the end,
I always feel like ****,
So as Darwin would say,
Clearly I'm unfit.

You call yourself a friend?

You point out my flaws,
Every chance you get.
You start drama,
Just to make me upset.
You only talk about you,
And shut me down.
You sit there and complain,
But get angry if I frown.
You claim I'm asking for pity,
Because I'm depressed.
You say my life isn't bad,
And I'm just stressed.
You won't even ask,
What is going on with me,
You only care if you're involved,
Otherwise you will flee.

I cry suicide and you swore,
That I was an attention *****.

I'm asking for you to care,
But I hope you're aware,
That you're a *****.
You'll be that way until the end.
But you will continue to say that you're a friend?