I emptied out my pocket book
Yes I'm alright and everything's okay

My fingers are bleeding
I found a few blades in the pockets
Yes I'm alright and everything's okay

I repacked it
Charger
Makeup
Chapstick
Glasses
Wallet

And in the zip up part I put the blades
With a note I found stuffed in a folder
Of all of the reasons I love myself

"I will not be a statistic"
Is one of them

I'm sitting back in the room I wrote that note in

This time it's not my fingers that are ******
And I want to write on the walls
"I will not be a statistic"
In red