Another cut leaves her pale skin scarlet; another
Tear leaves her closed eyes barren. She’s got
Something to prove. Covering the wounds she
Longs to show to everyone in the room, clenched
Teeth and embarrassed smile, they all know.
Cries for attention draw only frowns, and cuts
Don’t go over nearly that well. She never wants
Pity and plays on apathy but the need is in her
Eyes. Scars and smiles, tears and bleeding lies.
There is no comfort in a razors kiss. Only desire,
Desperation and pretense. We like to believe that
There’s depth to our pain, but it’s hard to admit when
The waters of truth come from cuts so shallow.
Tear leaves her closed eyes barren. She’s got
Something to prove. Covering the wounds she
Longs to show to everyone in the room, clenched
Teeth and embarrassed smile, they all know.
Cries for attention draw only frowns, and cuts
Don’t go over nearly that well. She never wants
Pity and plays on apathy but the need is in her
Eyes. Scars and smiles, tears and bleeding lies.
There is no comfort in a razors kiss. Only desire,
Desperation and pretense. We like to believe that
There’s depth to our pain, but it’s hard to admit when
The waters of truth come from cuts so shallow.
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