Scars have formed once again, but this time they tell a different story.
They tell the story of a teenage girl,
one with problems, that are stuck inside of here.
She tells everyone shes fine,
but really she is dying inside,
She laughs on the outside,
but pours out tears inside.
She pretends everything is fine,
but really her arm stings the most.
Because even tho no blood comes out,
the scratches sting so much more.
She lives with her family,
but she feels all alone.
She shakes with worry,
when there's nothin' to worry her.
This is the story of a teenage girl,
she just wants to die.
This was her life, that once was lived,
then it stopped, adn now everything is grey.
She says she's getting better,
when drifting further awyay.
This story spoke of a teenage girl,
one that wasn't with her long,
As her arm said 'HELP'
She ment goodbye.