“From start to finish I wonder why The cuts look good in this messed up lie The blood that trickles down my arm People all stare at the girl who self-harms: - 'The emo' they call me I turn to my name They act out slicing their wrists I hang my head in shame I can't help my feelings Of being alone I hide myself for the day Just longing to go home I sprawl on my bed With my razor in hand And take myself away To a much better land I stare in the mirror And let myself cry Looking forward to the day That I finally die”
