the scars on my wrist
keep increasing
look normal in public
inside i'm ruined
i'm breaking too hard i can't believe it
am i really the person i used to be
the bright cheery popular girl
broken inside
i dreamed a happy ending
now i just want a quick one
i can feel it inside of me
slowing down
ceasing to burn
and i don't want to stay here anymore

The steel cut through my skin.
The tears washed away the blood.
The smile covered my pain.

I didn't want to do it.
I didn't have to do it.
I did it.
But the satisfaction
You get from

That cold and sharp hunk of steel.

I'm lost in a maze
Called you
I'm trying to find the way out

You can't help me out
So I guess I'll figure out myself
Where I truly am

You won't, you can't
Help me
No, not anymore

Not when you've crushed me
With your sweet little lies
Me barely hanging on

No, now I have to get out
Because I can't bear to stay here
Anymore.

When I get home
Wash off my makeup
Take off my fancy clothes
Look into the mirror
And see myself for the first time today.
One broken girl
Is who I really am
I'm full of cracks
And soon to fall apart.

Would you love me, even when I'm so broken?
Would you keep me, even though I'm so cracked?
Or will you abandon me, when you find out the truth
And leave disgusted by the truth?

Are you willing to love the shy, broken girl
Instead of the outgoing, popular one?
Will you love me to the core
Or do you only love my outside?
Will you love my true self
Or do you only love my mask?

Being 15
You realize,
Life's not a dream.
People think
You are more than just a teen.
Life gets confusing,
Everyone you ever knew changes
Nothing really makes sense anymore,
Now that you're 15.
Love, studies, friendship, betrayal,
Everything gets mixed up.
You might see someone in a completely new light
And someone might see you that way
But nobody understands
You might be annoyed with everyone
Or love one person passionately
You'll never feel home
And feel all alone,
And no one will understand
That when you're 15,
You're nothing more
Than just
A teen.

I lie.
I lie that I'm happy.
I lie that I don't cry.
I lie that I feel like flying,
When I feel I wanna die.
I lie that I'm contented,
I lie I'm glad to be alive,
When in reality,
I'm tired of life.
I lie a lot,
So much that
It's confusing me as well
But the biggest lie I tell is,
"I'm fine."

Hey, bullies,
Why you gotta be so mean?
We haven't done anything to you,
But you keep on attacking.
Is it to feel better about your own little lives
And mess up ours like yours is?