Tortured

Cutting and tears
Can't anyone see
What life
Has done to me
Broken, pained
Hurting inside
Sometimes I just want to
Run away and hide
I've wrote the letters
I've grabbed the knife
I took the pills
To end my life
No one gets me
No one understands
Why my hips don't show
Or how bracelets used to cover my hands
The scars on my thighs
Those I can cover
I never told my friends
Because then they would hover
Making sure I stopped
Quit causing myself pain
How it felt so good
Yet scars were all I could gain
No one would understand
Why I made those scars
How it felt
To see the stars
The stars of the broken
The empty, the sad
We were depressed
Stupid, mad
Mad at the world
For playing it's games
How the ones who bullied us
Didn't even know our names
The others got lucky
They died when they had the chance
But some sick person
Thought I should dance a last dance
Well here I am
Tortured everyday
By memories of those
Who never really went away