This is why I used to cut 'til I bled and made no fuss, and why I wish I never stopped.
This is why I drink 'til I'm drunk, I chug 'til I'm ******, hoping I will get kidney failure.
This is why every plane that flies above, I wish I could be on just so I could jump off.
This is why I hide, keeping most things inside, to myself so nobody can find what really lies there.
This is why I try so hard not to cry, knowing I will not get by until I am all dried up.
This is why running away has always been my first choice.
This is why you think I don't have a voice.
This is why I make you think I am so mean, so cold, so angry, so controlled.
This is why you will never be able to unfold what can never be foretold.
This is why even though I lost you, I know you will lose me right back.
This is why I will never give myself any ******* slack.
This is why I write all the time.
This is why I will always **** at rhyming.
This is why I get so lost in fairytales, stories, dimensions, other peoples minds.
This is why there are no mirrors so I will forever stay blind.
Knowing that if I ever catch a glance, looking at myself, I will know this is the reason why.