Cynthia

Replaceable

I promised myself I wouldn\'t pick up that blade again,

I promised myself that I\'d learn to love myself

I broke those promises.

 

I NEEDED to feel the pain going through my arm

I NEEDED to see the blood rise to the surface of my skin

It\'s like an addition

Like a drug that I can\'t stop

 

My friends keep asking me if I\'m ok or if how I\'m doing

But I know that they don\'t really care

I\'m just another \"emo\" kid at school

 

I\'m replaceable

Completely replaceable