Promises

As she held her pretty little friend She promised it was not the end Nine little wounds decorate her wrist Nine little wounds that want to be kissed One self hating girl took her last shove One self hating girl that wants to feel love The pretty little razor held in her hand Can decide when this pain will end The pretty little razor touches her ivory skin Making her nine little wounds now ten She cries out in pain with each touch Only because she hates herself too much One by one ten turns to twenty She looks down and thinks she has plenty She looks in the mirror and still hates what she sees She looks in the mirror and she sees me She cries when she sees the fat on her bones She hates how much she's grown How much bigger she keeps getting How nothing seems to be fitting She just wants to be perfect She just wants the respect That every thin girl gets For having visible hips She wipes away the tears She hides all of her fears She puts on that smile That will last her awhile She tucks away the pretty little razor She promises it's not the last it will see her She tucks it away Just like its another day The smile she must maintain To hide her everyday pain