you're older than me
you know its not okay
why'd you let me get attached
then just leave
when you know i'm in pain
why

it doesnt faze me anymore
the cuts mean nothing
simply a way of coping
not eating, and vomiting everything
is just because im not hungry
the tears are simply water
it happens, just water
the bruises are just soft skin
not that i want it to bruise
suicidal thoughts are just me being pathetic
im really pathetic

tie my heart
get your lies and secure them
make sure they hold it
because my heart
is sure to fly

write me a poem of love,
remember to include
your love though

hide my heart, a booklet of lines
     etched as jagged ripped lines
glue your love to it
                           cover the holes
but they'll always be there