The fragile skin is broken by words of hate
They say I will stop soon, but I fear its too late
Each scar is the red curtain drawn across the play
It will be drawn back tomorrow to mark the new day
Wont you look at the pretty pictures drawn on my arm?
Dont try and blank me, because Im a victim of self harm
Wont you look at the pretty words etched upon my thigh
You may think this is low but I am riding high
I am swimming through promises in my head
But you see I am empty, long gone dead
Yes my heart beats but thats for show
I have already past, as I hit another low
Would you look at the pretty mark engraved upon my throat
I am sorry for the loses but Ive already sailed the boat.















Comments
It's so good.
I love it x
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