You want me to tell you how I slit my wrists
Or how I became addicted to drugs
You want me to tell you how much I hate my life
How sad I am
You want to find beauty in my pain
You want the blood to paint pictures for you
But I never hurt myself
I sat and watched my friends break
I tried to help, at first
But it became easier to sit
And watch
And sing pretty songs so I can't hear them crying
There are exceptions
People worth saving
People worth fighting for
But everyone else;
I wish they'd just fight for themselves.