Black in a Coloured Picture

Im the mess of in a colored picture
the darkened blood and small razor
a happy photo with a dark egde
it goes un-noticed from all the colors
broken girls who're secret cutters
that little mess of black
is the one thing holding us back
its keeping us in pain
trying so hard to explain
letting ourselfs bleed away
no ones told us a reason to stay

chorus:
Broken girls with bleeding wrists
these lives have taken a slight twist
crying out they're worst fears
nothing in this world is as it appears

We see life in a dark light
no man to save us from our fright
bleeding, skin and bone
bleeding, sticks and stone
creative drawings in the skin
forty nine scars thick and thin
run up our arms in spiral designs
some are crossed and some just lines

chorus

winning or losing we hardly care
doesnt matter anymore if lifes fair
nobody sees past our smile
every day is a new trial
so theres one cut to open the vein
two scars to wash away in the rain
three bleeding wrists all stitched up
for healing wounds closing shut
keep the count of our pain
our minds now far from sane

Broken girls with bleeding wrists
these lives have taken a slight twist
crying out their worst dears
nothing in this world is as it appears </3