I feel the burns on my arm
why am I causing myself so much harm?
people stare people laugh
why don't I just cut my arm in half?
Please don't stare please don't laugh
I'm delicate like a death lily
Funny when things never change
Even when you say they will
But while your off screwing her
My life is standing still
well guess what?
I cry for the time that you were almost mine
I cry for the memories I've left behind I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new
I cry for the times I thought I had you
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
All I ever wanted was to love you
As when I saw you first from far away.
But then it was my sweet mistake to have you
Too young to hold the demons long at bay.
For years I hated you, for only hate
Could cauterize the wounds that would not heal,
And gorged myself on fantasies to sate
A hunger I could neither suage nor feel.
Eventually, we both found other loves
And settled into other lives. And yet
The past like some unquiet ghost still moves
Within, too fraught with longing to forget.
We have moved on, as is mature and wise.
But love, though long abandoned, never dies.