I'm fat and ugly and no one cares.
They treat me like I'm not even there.
I wither away slowly and no one sees.
No one knows how hurt I really can be.
So why do I try?
Would anyone even care if I died?
Who will listen, who can tell, that I'm not happy as I put out?
Everyone thinks nothing could be wrong because I come off as oh so strong.
I'm chipping away, I'm breaking down.
Will anyone turn around?
Who will rescue this damaged soul and help me be as loved as I am told?
I'm fat and ugly and no one cares.
Does anyone notice I'm still here?

Go to sleep, close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies.
They tore their wings against a thorn.
You know that pain that they've endured.
Silver metal shine so bright.
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down, and wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears as you bleed out the worst of your fears.
So tonight when you start to cry, whisper the cutters lullaby: Hushabye baby, you're almost dead. You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red. Your family hates you. Your friends let you bleed. Sleep tight with a knife 'cause that's all you need. Rockabye baby, broken and scarred. You didn't know life would be this hard. Time to end the pain you hid well, and down you'll come, baby. Back home to hell.

I love you more than the sea.
I love you more than the sand beneath my feet.
I love you more than the sun shining down.
I love you more than the wind's beautiful sound.
The gulls will laugh and sing and play, but they have never felt this way.
The children will giggle for a while as I stand by and get lost in your smile.
Your eyes sparkle like the water below while you whisper to me, oh so slow.
The smell of the ocean can never compete to lying here listening to your heart beat.
Your smell entangles me like a life jacket would and I know you love me just like you should.

I love you more than the sea.
I love you more than the sand beneath my feet.
I love you more than the sun shining down.
I love you more than the wind's beautiful sound.
The gulls will laugh and sing and play, but they have never felt this way.
The children will giggle for a while as I stand by and get lost in your smile.
Your eyes sparkle like the water below while you whisper to me, oh so slow.
The smell of the ocean can never compete to lying here listening to your heart beat.
Your smell entangles me like a life jacket would and I know you love me just like you should.

These scars make me beautiful; my wounds help me heal.
All this pain that I'm feeling is totally real.
I'm acting all day and crying all night; for some terrifying reason this is starting to feel right.
If they notice I lose the thing that keeps me alive and because they don't, I'm dying inside.
No one can know. How could I tell?
I don't care if I go to hell.
My tears coat my pillow; my blood covers my sheets.
How do you never seem to hear my weep? My stomach is churning; I'm starting to feel sick.
Someone, please come and help me! Quick!
I cut too deep; I'm slipping down.
Pretty soon I'll be in the ground.
Goodbye family, goodbye friends. I've loved you all, until the end.