This Is Me, Screwed Up And All

I am not an innocent little girl anymore,
I do not really let my tears from my eyes pour.
I have scars, in which I chose not to hide,
As once, I used them to confide.

I sliced into my skin once and then again,
I had nothing left and from them I gain,
In addition, I am not the one, who plays with dolls,
Nor wants to go and talk in the huge malls.

I am not the kind of girl, who likes the male,
I am into girls, they say that it was a fail.
A fail is what they call my life,
Just because I indeed want a wife.

I have never had the healthy thoughts,
My life and my heart I feel rots,
With every waking moment,
A precious minute is lent.

I don’t really want my life,
I gave it a shot with strife,
Nevertheless, I find it is just a waste,
Moreover, I hate the bitter taste.