thin lines, white with age,
engraved into your skin from hate
made long ago, but they still remain
i see them once, now i can't look away
i sit here and think,
"maybe i'm not really alone"

you and me don't really know
where people like us can go from here
should we get help?
or just stay the same?
maybe we'll keep making marks
just slowly put up walls in our brains

all this pain isn't really worth it
and these scars are getting too deep
longsleeves and makeup can't hide
theses thin, thin lines

it's funny how many of us there are
how many more must go through this?
at the same time, i'm dying,
not knowing what i should do
just trying to stay alive
i'm going through this for you

your skin isn't clean, darling,
but who am i to point it out?
you haven't improved at all
though you have tried like me
but at least i'm helping others
while you just stay the same


m.k.*j