Blame For Your Pretty Scars

She suffers in silence as she sees her broken image, me Alone, only she can hear her own voice Crying for help and feeling empty Begging Him please and asking for forgiveness Admitting of being afraid of what she might do As she tells herself that she isnt enough She does not recognize herself when she looks at me As she stares at a body that does not fit within her vision Disappointed with her thoughts She does not understand the pleasure she gets from their horror She screams until her chest hurts And I make her drop to the floor as her knees become weak Rocking back and forth she tries to catch her breath To stop the skipping sound in her cries Feeling dirty when she looks at me She lets the water run Hates the clothes she sees on me But rather have them on than to be naked The water is hot but she embraces the heat to seize other pain She allows the water to hit her face so noone can see her cry She turns her soft hands, fingernails first And tries to scrub off the shame off her skin She is now dirty again With blood He may love me but she hates me Why should he love me? Why would she love me? I'm not pretty, not smart, not talented I'm damaged, complicated, weird I'm selfish, cold, dead A confusion that drives her insane She looks at the wrist that I helped create She does not cut for attention She cuts to provide proof that she hates me In case she forgets She has forgotten so many times Because during those times she was happy Glancing at her photos of the nights before The happiness was interrupted when she saw me Her own words break her down Revealing her self worth I notice she drinks to feel better I see her having fun. Oh my little girl, you're forgetting again So I remind her. Go cut yourself Let the cold metal pierce your pale skin Feel the stings as you move across Show me you hate me That you're disappointed in me I will take all the blame for your pretty scars