You ask me how I am like this
As you watch me
And judge me for the marks onmy skin
You think i'm stupid for what I do
Looking down on me
And thinking that I'm no good for that
I ask you why you are like that
And I watch you
Hoping maybe one day you'll see through
I don't think I'm stupid for my acts
It's not for attention
And couldn't I be good if i tried ?
He thinks she is lost
Without a care
Marking up her pretty ivory skin
He wants it to stop
Grabbing her hand
And stopping her from covering it up
She screams at him
"You don't understand"
Curling up away from him and herself
She hates doing it
A habit it seems
And she doesn't want to stop in tears
It doesn't think of anything
Touching her skin
And leaving the marks it so dearly lives
It hates being left alone
Thanks to him
Never to touch her ivory skin again