Scars
NO PLEASE STOP!
Just stop
Voices in my head telling me that I'm worthless
Hearing them say that I will not live up to anything
Looking in the mirror at my self crying
Wishing that I was dieing
Pain in my eyes
While hearing all these lies
Fake every smile I put on my face
As I trace every scrape thats around my waist
Arms and legs hurting from the sharp objects I used to release the pain
All because the kids at school keep calling me lame
Every drug I could get my hands on
I took just so I could forget what happen that day
So in bed I lay
WHile drifting away
Man,the things I go through at school
Terrifies me when I'm thinking of what I might do to my self
Thinking that I might hurt my self
But that had nothing on the scars I had on the inside
Allfrom the people who are suppose to be "by my side"
People constantly telling me I look like a whale
And if I respond back violently it might put me in jail
I must be a lame because I hang out with people that they say are not cool
I choose them over you must make me a fool
When I try to let them just talk
Iend up writing things in my Journal about the kids who ever picked on me at school
How I would soon get them back for what they put me through
Oh my gosh,how I want to get you back
And I will now thats a fact
Well let me tell you something
Your words don't phase me
Becasue I know that you keep doing this cause you hate that from now on I just wont let it worry me
I know who I am
I'm a beautiful black woman that you wish you could be
To late now
I will never know if this was suppose to be my fate
Now I lay in a 6 foot grave
Hoping and praying that I get through them gates
Just stop
Voices in my head telling me that I'm worthless
Hearing them say that I will not live up to anything
Looking in the mirror at my self crying
Wishing that I was dieing
Pain in my eyes
While hearing all these lies
Fake every smile I put on my face
As I trace every scrape thats around my waist
Arms and legs hurting from the sharp objects I used to release the pain
All because the kids at school keep calling me lame
Every drug I could get my hands on
I took just so I could forget what happen that day
So in bed I lay
WHile drifting away
Man,the things I go through at school
Terrifies me when I'm thinking of what I might do to my self
Thinking that I might hurt my self
But that had nothing on the scars I had on the inside
Allfrom the people who are suppose to be "by my side"
People constantly telling me I look like a whale
And if I respond back violently it might put me in jail
I must be a lame because I hang out with people that they say are not cool
I choose them over you must make me a fool
When I try to let them just talk
Iend up writing things in my Journal about the kids who ever picked on me at school
How I would soon get them back for what they put me through
Oh my gosh,how I want to get you back
And I will now thats a fact
Well let me tell you something
Your words don't phase me
Becasue I know that you keep doing this cause you hate that from now on I just wont let it worry me
I know who I am
I'm a beautiful black woman that you wish you could be
To late now
I will never know if this was suppose to be my fate
Now I lay in a 6 foot grave
Hoping and praying that I get through them gates