Why does everyone look so damn perfect,
IÂ’m fifteen and I feel really worthless,
I wanna look like Katy Perry,
Maybe Rihanna or Halle Berry,
Beyonce never had problems like me,
Bet she never felt so fat and ugly
IÂ’ll just sit on the bed,
Scratching these scissors across my legs
My legs are a mess and my arms look even worse,
I wonÂ’t wear a dress or short skirts,
I had a bad time these past few years,
Lost some friends and I shed some tears,
I canÂ’t cope when things get messed up.
I try to move on but I always get stuck,
Yet again I fall into the same mistakes,
But it feels so safe and I find release,
I guess you would never understand,
The feeling that comes with a knife in your hands.
The pressure is building, I need a release,
IÂ’m out of my depth and IÂ’m feeling weak,
IÂ’m sick of this pain and I want it to end,
My oldest enemy and my only friend,
A blade in my hand and my life in front of me,
She wrote to me telling me itÂ’s help she needs,
She said that she cries every night and sheÂ’s weak,
I told her "you just gotta try to breathe",
She said "I canÂ’t cope anymoreÂ…
And now I just bleed.
And now I just bleed.
I just bleed."
