Safety Pins and Scarlet Red
I'm just your girl next door and in a crowed I don’t stand out, I blend in with everyone else
I am the one who's head is hung in insecurity’s, my bangs worn in my eyes
When you see a wrinkled up piece of paper with ink splatter poetry floating across the street
with the wind
...that’s what’s most likely to make you think of me
And your bitter sweet lips whisper my name
I have not much to offer but a soil tear trail that my mascara traced as my unhappy soul wept
My arms are proof of battle grounds, a cut for each bad memory
A tear spent to another smile lost, A cut gained to another piece of my heart sacrificed
My eyes wear you well
Your jaded and reaching out
Your just like me,
You wont admit it
But I can tell
The cuts were never deep enough to remove the pain
I tried so hard
But the release to me
It just never came
What’s working it out
When you smile with an empty soul
But your security is holding something sharp next to you to hug your skin
The depression is like a disease you cant do anything about
Its your sad selfish cutters way of crying out
Your attempt to bleed out what’s all kept in
Your weakness's
Your poisen
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