Sick

Fingers shoved down throats,
And unread suicide notes
Tell you all the lies I've been trying to hide,
Watch me as I perform my silent suicide.

Thin lines of self-harm
Crisscross up and down my arms.
You say you love me, but then leave
I'm alone as I cut and bleed.

The girl in the mirror, she can't be me
She's crying for help, even I can see.
It's up to you to not leave her alone,
As she wastes away, just skin and bone.