The cuts on my arm,
they're stories
From horrible things
That happened
Long ago
The bald spots
They're from times
I twirled
And yanked out
My hair
The empty stomach
Is due
To me
Making myself
Throw up
No one
Knows the
Pain I've
Had to
Insure.
But yet
Somehow I
Can keep a
Smile on
My face
It's hard
To do so
But remember
You just have to
Try