I'm UglyI know that I’m notI know that you knowThat I know that I’m notBut I feel like itOh God, I feel like itI know I’ve got clear eyesAnd lovely hairBut when I look in mirrorsThe imperfections scream‘Till the tiny cracksBecome huge gaping holesThat I’m terrified you’ll seeSo please,I need to hear itTell me that I’m beautiful
Cutting DaysDo you remember those days?I sure do.The days where I'd wear long sleeves or armbands no matter what the weather.cover the scars with tons of make-upMake up stories about the cuts on my arms or legs"The cat did it""I got it shaving""I fell in the woods"Stupid excuses like that.I remember the dayswhen people would whisper when I walk in the room.The days when people called me a freakor a emoor a attention whoreor a psychojust because I cut myself.I remember the daysThat I'd hide my razorsclean the blood off the floorwash my bedsheets late and night so no one saw.I remember the dayswhen I couldn't sleep without cutting myselfI couldn't think without cutting myself.The days when my life revolved around self inflicted injuryI'm sure we all remember those dayswhether you did it for 6 months or six yearswhether you cut 4 times a week or 4 times a daywhether you cut deep or shallowwe all remember these days.I also remember the day when I decided it wasn't worth it
Slow Time, Insane MindSlowly, slowlyTime goes byDepending on whatYou're waiting on, why.Impatience causesTemporary insanityWhich will eventuallyLead to profanityEnding in the lossTime is your boss.All your sweet sanityGone.
Hush little teenagerHush little teenager don't say a wordYou accepted the lies you heardAnd if those lies do come trueIt's going to be the end of youYou'll fight to be saneYou'll cry like the rainHush little teenager just don't speakEach day you live you only get weakAnd if you are strong enough to standIt's only because you had a helping handYou'll pretend you're okayAnd smile through the dayOn the inside your justScreaming to be savedBut on the outside you areJust another lazy teenagerunable to help anyonenot even yourself
10 CutsOne for the love I once felt for you,Two because I thought our love was true.Three for how I let you play with my heart and mess with my mind.Four because I thought I could change your ways.Five for how much time I wasted on you,Six because all you did is throw it all away.Seven because everything we shared meant absolutely nothing.Eight for the fact that I lost you,and I can't do anything to get you back.Nine because you chose her over me,Ten because I'm sorry I am not perfect,but trust me I will never stop loving you
RevelationI know how you feelI can see it in your eyesYou think that you're a good actorBut you don't realizeThat anybody that looked closer than a passing glanceWould notice that this was all a performance, with school being your main dance"Don't let them see your pain" was your life's great montra,Every day, putting on your mask like the Phantom of the Opera.I applaud your efforts, you seem to hide it quite wellKeeping your feelings under lock and key inside your heart's jail cellBut I've seen you when your defenses fellAnd every inch of you radiated living in hell.How does it feel to hide that constantlyLike its a bad thing to have, a monstrosityYou say you're keeping it together, but tell me, for what?What are you trying to prove, that all you need to do is cut?Because that seems to be the case, from all the bracelets on your wristsAnd if you lift up those bands, you'll see a ton of slitsThat have accumulated through the yearsFrom all the lies and all the tearsFrom sneaki
Sticks and StonesThe tears stream down my cheeksin the darkness of my room.My knees pulled to my chest -my own defense mechanism.I cannot stop the sobs.I cannot stop the pain.I cannot stop the blood.And they said names would never hurt me.