This is normal
At least for her
So used to watching
The world in a blur
Alone and scared
Sitting in her bed
Confused to what she’s feeling
Trying to find some answers
Below the ceiling
She knows she’s better than this
She knows it’s wrong, but yet so right
Is she strong enough to put up the fight this time?
The knife, the razor blade
Both lays beside her
A voice deep inside screaming
Do it, there’s nothing wrong with it
Even though she knows she’s stronger than that
She hates herself for what she’s been doing
Keeps asking herself; what am I pursuing?
She knows too well how it feels to give in
Take the easy way out
Cut it away, every unwanted painful feeling
But it’s only the darkness, deceiving
Smiling with blood on her wrists
Whispering; I won.. Again.
Convince her, she’s better than this
Tell her she’s better than that
The only tears she sheds
Are the tears of blood.