Its dripping its dripping,
My blood my ink,
To afraid to write,
To afraid to speak,
Someone could hear,
Someone might see,
That who you are,
Is not who you pretend to be,
The smiles are fake,
The laughter's not real,
You've forgotten joy,
Or how happiness feels,
A razor to wrist,
Blood to a page,
Put my soul into poems,
That live in a cage,
Standing alone,
Have you ever felt cold?
Slicing the heat,
When you're bleeding alone,
I deserve it I deserve it,
Mirror mirror can't you see?
The things you reflect of who I am,
Is exactly what's killing me,
The scale is a monster,
I'm hungry beyond words,
But I will not eat, I will not eat,
I will fit into this world,
I simply want to be pretty,
The barcode is what's in,
There is no love for people like me,
The only thing wanted is thin,
The voice is a constant sound,
"You're fat, you're ugly, you *****"
I have to psych myself up,
Just to step outside the door,
Its easy to say "You're Pretty"
But not pretty enough,
The internal strength of broken glass,
When the world is just too tough.
Have you ever spent your evening,
Forcing your finger down your throat?
Its because saying the fat kid likes someone,
Is the punchline of the joke,
I'm seeing spots I'm seeing spots,
But I'm seeing them with a smile,
The blood loss and starvation,
Have been waiting for awhile,
No one will ever see beauty,
In my body or in me,
Unless their deaf, stupid, or drunk,
Or simply cannot see,
Its difficult to believe,
I could ever be worth loving,
When the only thing I've ever heard,
Is how I'm seen as disgusting,
Its painful but just maybe,
If I keep going as I am,
When I'm at the point of passing out,
I'll be good enough for man,
Not all actresses are beautiful,
Because I act quite well,
And even my own mind kills me,
Either way I'll be in hell…