Cut Me Pretty.

When You Feel like Giving Up.
Just remember why you held on
for so long in the first place
found a boxx of sharp objects
oh what a BEAUTIFUL thing.

 cut my wrists
slit my throat
and here i stand on your words i choke you cut too
forget
someone/somthing
someone else would eat a whole lot of chocolatewhen they dont feel so happy you lock yourself up and try too cut yout memories away, you look like a noremal person til someone brings up the things you dont want too think about, but its hard too forget things you are completlelyobsessed with, isnt it?
thers music playing
but we dance too teh beat
of our own black hearts
and draw diagrams of suicide on each others writst
athen trace them with razorblades

All those scars on her arms.
dont worry
she says they're little notes to remind her how many times you broke her heart.
she looks down at her arms
all cut up and red
each time she looks at them
she sees what used too be
and wishes she was dea
and as she touches
and looks at each scar
she rememeber his gma
and that near each scar made a letter that spelt out his name.
i waled through the hallways
holding my wrists
hoping no one will see me like this
he loosk at me
scared what hell find he never thought i had these
things on my mind.
he aske me
"is there any more"
looking at him with tears in my eyes
i whisper a simple reply
"what did you think braceletes were for"
and the plaster dented from your ist in the hall where you had you
first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade
i love you
and i have scars too prove it
shes sitting on a bridge
gazing at the water.
shes too scared to jump yet so afraid too stay
she is barely holding on but she knows she cant let go
slit my wrists until i can see the stars its hard to believe i sat on teh bath room floor with my bleeding wrists
for hours,

the girl who seemed unbreakable--broke,
the girl who seemed so strong--crumbled.
the girl who always laughed it off--cried
the girl who never stopped trying--finally gave up && quit

what you expect a perfect child
with pretty scars all over my wrists
im sorry i didnt mean to hurt you
these s.c.a.r.s. on my w.r.i.s.t.s. are proof that people like you do exist
shes fed up with the way people treat her
she looks up and screams
shes had enough
she falls to her knees
and says
GOODBYEE.
to her life
to everything she once loved pulled the trigger and her Mask Fell To the Floor.
so cute me like paper and tape me into something beautiful
angels dancing in the rain
trying too wash away the pain
the pain in living the pain in death
but its the pain in loving you that i like the best
he was the one
that made my mascara bleed
and
that this razorblade loved.
ive got my finger on the trigger your in my way
little did i know
that you were just another dead
end
road
paved with pretty lies
and
broken dreams.
 but
somtimes acting happy makes you hurt
that much more she cuts
her wrists to watch it  bleed hoping someone will save her
im not the little girl my parents wanted me too be
& doesnt that sound familiar, doesnt that hit so close to hom
doesnt that make you wanna shiver
the way things couldve gone.
please take this razorblade from my hand
and promise me you will never give it back too me
and he take the razor out of her hand and whispers
JUST PRETEND YOUR PRETTY!
youd never suspect her to come home and cry
youd never suspect her to be dying inside
would you suspect your best friend too cut?
things are not as they appear
her wrists are cut too shreds
the safety pins all bent
the clock keeps ticking
needing to be shot
i carved your name in to this bullet
so everyone can see you were the last thing going through mty head
suicide is not the love if death its the fear of living
yeah thats what you are
my favorite scar
cut your wrist
fake a smile
make a fist
think awhile

i know its wrong
but it feels so right ill jsut add another scar tonight
an new cut
a new bracelet
she cut more
and m0re
her arm was now full of line
=s
her artistic way of doing with
instead of complaints and whines
the wider the smile the deeper the cut.
scars are like tattoos' but with better stories.
the paramedics say
isnt it a shame
such a pretty girl did such an ugly thing.

There is this girl in the mirror i wonder who she is sometimes i think i know her and sometimes i wish i did, theres a story in her eyes. lullabie and good byes when shes looking back at me, i can tell.. Kayden, She's Hurting inside.
Light as a fether floating on air,
i want to be perfect barely there My goals will be reached just wait and see, my bones will show thinspiration is the keey i dont want help my life will not end, no i wont stop until i am thin<3

Have you ever laid in a bed hoping that you;ll wake up in teh emergency room hearing the words,
"she isnt gonnah make it"
so she painted on a smile & learned to pretend, if i could take a knife and cut off every part of me that i hate, there'd be nothing left.
When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade and that those cuts leave scares upon our souls?
when i stand before you at the end of the day you shall see my scars and know that i had my wounds and also my healing. i drew the blade across my wriist too see how it would feel i looked into the future there was nothing too reveal,
Maybe my face will lose theses scars cause sometimes they keep me home at night where i duck under the covers and wince when i see the light.
& her tears are the only way she allows herself too scream for help.
so f**k you and you untouchable face and f**k you for ecsisting in the first place.
and who am i that i should be DYING for you touch,. who am i i bet you cant even tell me that much
    Dear Mom,
 Have you ever notcied the way ive been shaking lately? The three knoves missing from teh kitchen, the pins and needles gone. from your drawer, how i never come down stairs anymore, the look in my eyes? the sound of my voice. its completlely different, have you noticed to the lond sleeves & sweat shirts && hoodies everyday? the arm warmers the band aides the the blood? huh? have you  no well didnt think so..

Scars are wisdom in disgues
Your Perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card
Your Perfect Little Girl Yelled at you last night
your perfect littel girl talked back to you last night
 your perfect littel girl painted her nails black
your perfect littel girl lied to you all her life
your perfect littel girl cries herself too sleep
your perfect littel girl slits her wrists till she bleeds
your perfect littel girl dated before she was 16
your perfect littel girl was broken by a boy
your perfect littel girl DOESNT GO TO CHURCH AND LISTEN TOO THERE STUPID A*S'S SAYING F*****G LIES!!!!!!
your perfect littel girl hates you
your perfect littel girl has given too life
your perfect littel girl had a tantrum today.
your perfect littel girl wants to run away
your perfect littel girl has no REAL friend
your perfect littel girl disobeys you
your perfect littel girl says bad things about you
your perfect littel girl is very unhappy.
your perfect littel girl tried to commit suicide
your perfect littel girl has become a disgrace

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY SHES STILL YOUR PERFECT LITTLE GIR.L.

Author's Note

Um, this is something i wrote last year.