The only thing that cuts deeper than a razor in my skin are your words.

"Clean your room!"  
Oh, Mum, I wish you knew that my room isn't the only thing I can't keep clean.

She was a loud child,  
Always laughing, squealing, and running around.  
She loved to talk,  
She loved life.  
Then puberty came,  
And her constant smile slowly began to fade.  
She wanted to be heard,  
But no one paid her any attention.  
She stopped talking,  
She stopped laughing.  
Now, she doesn’t love life anymore.  
And everyone still ignores her.

i know i hurt you,
im sorry,
dont worry,
i will hurt myself more.