Lip trembling,
As she forces herself to smile,
Telling herself to 'keep it cool',
And 'too not be so weak'.
Then she stumbles in the hall,
And everyone in the room giggles, points and laughs
She runs to the bathroom,
Trembling,
Crying,
And questioning her existence.
She wonders why she's still here,
And why she isn't dead.
She sits in a toilet cubicle at school,
And draws a blade from a pretty little box.
She pulls it across her thigh.
And this is her way of punishing herself.
And as blood runs out,
And more cuts appear,
She wonders how many it'd take,
For her existence to disappear.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
Lip trembling,
As she forces herself to smile,
Telling herself to 'keep it cool',
And 'too not be so weak'.
Then she stumbles in the hall,
And everyone in the room giggles, points and laughs
She runs to the bathroom,
Trembling,
Crying,
And questioning her existence.
She wonders why she's still here,
And why she isn't dead.
She sits in a toilet cubicle at school,
And draws a blade from a pretty little box.
She pulls it across her thigh.
And this is her way of punishing herself.
And as blood runs out,
And more cuts appear,
She wonders how many it'd take,
For her existence to disappear.