Up, down, left, right,
Happy, sad, loving, fight.
All around on a roller coaster,
My heart rages on.

Yes, no,
Maybe so.
Chasing ideas around and around,
My head erupts.

Wet to dry,
Rough then shine.
The scars have faded,
But the memories on my wrist remain.

I hate my body for fighting itself,
I hate myself for being this way.
I wish I wasnt broken,
And maybe I'm not but darling, whos to say?