Jun 07, 2005 12:37
DEAR GOD,
Sometimes I stab my legs full of holes and wonder why I still can't feel anything.
Somtimes I look in the mirror and wonder why[why]why?
Sometimes I pretend I'm Barbie.
Sometimes I can see my veins before the blood comes pouring out.
Sometimes everything doesn't get put back together perfectly.
Sometimes I like it like that.
Sometimes when the bruises heal and the lipstick has worn off, I lay in bed holding a butcher knife instead of someone's hand.
Sometimes [onlysometimesbecausethere'sneveralways] I carefully pick myself apart until there's only marytr scars and doll parts left.
Sometimes I wonder why you want me [deadanddrowned] so badly.
Sometimes [butnotneveragain] I let you see reality for what it is.
Sometimes I put razorblades in my mouth and pray someone will kiss me.
Sometimes the cigarette burns on my skin look like diamonds.
Sometimes my heart stops beatings and I have to put on more mascara.
Always [neversometimesbecausethetruthhurts] & and then?