My grandfather cares for me and my mother
Since dad left we haven't had much
I never hear much from my older bother
I crave just to feel a loving touch
Bullies drove me away from school
So now I do it secluded in my home
One time a boy told me that I was a tool
And he'd use me however he wanted
I used to draw on my wrists with sharp objects
It made me forget about the pain in the dark
To the boys who smiled and said I was beautiful
I wish I had never let you give me marks
God says my body is a temple
Yet I starve and scratch it all up
***** and cigarettes have always been my escape

Drowning in Hennessy and blowing away my worries in smoke
I've always worried about my shape
I've never been anything but broke
I love when my grandfather visits me
He leaves behind a trace of his smell
He smokes a pipe and tries to hide it's fragrance
It reminds me that we all have our little bit of hell.