Story

She's got band aids running up her arms.
Covering the pain she feels.
The tattoos on her wrist,
Masks the hurt.
Every time she cuts,
It releases the pain she feels.
But when the cuts heal,
The pain comes back again.

You try to help her,
But she pushes you away.
Drinking lone from a bottle of liquor,
Today.

This is her story of hope,
But it's long,
So if you go,
I understand.
But she won't forgive you,
Anymore.

Her story is one of,
Desperately loosing herself,
To the bottle and the razor.
Pushing away the ones she once loved.
Every one has deceived her.

Bad day,
She drowns herself,
In self loathing and hate.
Desperately loosing the battle,
They call life.
"Friends" offering different solutions.
Pulling her to two different sides.
Confused she turns to the fearful one,
Self harm.

Help her,
Love her,
Loathe her,
Fuck her,
Be there, that's is all,
She needs.