Kiss these scars on my thighs and stomach
Later on when you ask 'what happened there?'
We'll both pretend as though you don't know
That those scars were brought upon by a voice inside my head
Telling me that I'm a piece of ****
That I don't deserve to live,
That I'm worthless,
But we'll pretend you don't know.
I'll say, 'oh, I don't remember. it was so long ago..'
But we both know the truth
I was tired of being alive
And we'll continue to ignore it
Until the voices start speaking up again
And new scars begin to appear
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
Kiss these scars on my thighs and stomach
Later on when you ask 'what happened there?'
We'll both pretend as though you don't know
That those scars were brought upon by a voice inside my head
Telling me that I'm a piece of ****
That I don't deserve to live,
That I'm worthless,
But we'll pretend you don't know.
I'll say, 'oh, I don't remember. it was so long ago..'
But we both know the truth
I was tired of being alive
And we'll continue to ignore it
Until the voices start speaking up again
And new scars begin to appear
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