I look the same, I haven't changed my name.
It's my mind that is to blame.
The bruises on my hips and thigh,
Raising my anxiety high.
Black shirts, black scars,
Sketching stars.
Long since I've been gone too far.
Tricky boys mistaken for toys.
Gone are all my former joys.
Stupid poems gone off the tracks,
Turned away, not going back.
Metal breakdowns, strapless dresses,
I'm going to fail all my lessons.
Classic books and unknown music,
They all say I'm going to lose it.
Hair and sweat and blood and war,
And now you've brought it up once more.
Losing sleep, I don't wear jeans.
Makeup isn't what it seems.
Stupid people and awkward endings,
I'm so done with just pretending.