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To Write Love On Her ArmsShe sits in the bathroom on top of the sink,
She's crying her eyes out she's far too weak.
She tries to forget everything they said,
But every last word is still swirling in her head.
She lets all the pain overflow to a knife.
She cuts her wrist deeply, wants to give up her life.
Around her friends she's always smiling,
Pretending everything's fine.
They don't really know her,
The girl who's slowly dying.
She always puts on a facade,
Even though she is constantly crying.
One day her friend sees her covering up her wrist,
He reaches for her hand and asks her, "What's this?"
She pulls away roughly and turns to the side,
She wants to say something,
But all she does is hide.
He turns her around gently and lifts up her face,
He looks in her eyes and says, "I'll keep you safe.
I'll take away the pain that you feel in your heart.
I'll always be here, we will never be apart."
He picks up a pen and takes off the cap,
He writes "love" on her wrist in a little gap.
"This word on your wrist don't
Is It Wrong?Is it wrong I want hold you?
Tell you you're wrong?
Cuddle you tightly in my arms?
Is it wrong I want to kiss you?
Tell you you're perfect?
Let you know what you mean to me?
Is it wrong that I want to see you?
Tell you how much I care for you?
Hold your hands in mine though they're shaking?
Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?
Tell you that to your face?
Kiss you and never let you go?
Is it wrong?
My voice?I tried to smile,
laugh through the pain,
but it's been a while,
I think I'm insane.
I can't hear my own voice.
The one that says what I want.
Now I have no choice.
You never did, it taunts.
It tells me what I should say.
It tells me who I am.
It tells me everyday.
Am I the lion or the lamb?
Am I as weak as I feel,
or as strong as I pretend?
Am I cold and hard as steel,
or just waiting for it to end?
Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
I end with a sigh.
The voice is telling me to go.
My MaskI put my mask on.
Time to face the day.
Time to plaster on a smile.
Time to pretend it's okay.
I want to crawl in bed.
Leave the world behind.
You're too ugly to go out,
whispers my mind.
I know I am,
I stifle a cry.
I want to leave,
I want to die.
My mask is done,
and I have to go.
Time to face the people.
Time to put on my show.
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