I was going to lean over instead
I ended up on my knees as I bled
I changed differant parts of me
because what was there people couldnt see
so I rather them not see any part
I hold my tongue, as I reach out for air
I closed my eyes, as I cut my hair
I swallowed my pride, and put out my despair
I ravaged around lost teenage soul
oh no at this time there was no control
my frontal lobes, but they havent developed
self destructive and corrupt
I left a trail behind me when I walked
to see a flower go from white
then die
is the most unappleaing thing on the human eye