His words cut so deep,
Deeper than my blade ever could,
But I slice and keep on trying,
Hoping that it would,
I convince myself that this pain will make me stronger,
The scars will make me braver,
Tattooed to my wrists and hips as reminders.
Red and crimson ribbons, ruining the beauty,
Leaving their mark on my skin, cutting right through me,
The tears have bruised my face although you never see me cry,
You think I’m just like you but you don’t see how hard I try.