I like to see my blood
Flow out of my veins,
Onto the floor.

As the puddle gets larger,
It spreads out,
Flowing from my arm; more and more.

I can't explain
The joy it brings me,
To watch myself in pain.

To show you,
That you have won,
And I have nothing left to gain.

Does it make you feel powerful,
To make others
Feel so weak?

You push us all further down,
In a sad attempt
to reach your own peak!

I can't believe I fell
For your stupid,
Little game.

You'll play it on
Another girl,
And she'll do just the same.

Because you always win,
At the games
That you create.

But in the end,
It's you,
That all the girls will hate.