Each scar tells a story
about this girl's life
a story about misery,
anger, and strife

This one about rumors
those are about fights
and these are about him
and his neverending light

He was an angel
an angel from Hell
of course on the outside
you couldn't even tell

She always thought of him
as nothing but the best
but his razorblade kiss
was her hardest test

No one could stop him
even if they tried
that's why each night
her bloody wrists cried

Each morning she rose,
cleaned up the mess
got ready for school,
and looked her best