The Damned;
They say the words
But they don't feel the pain
It just cuts me up
It drives me insane
Bitch, dyke, whore
Just broken goods
Unable to change
Even if I could
Permanent scars
Etched in my arm
Marking with misery
Showing true harm
"She's already damned,
She's ready to die"
I couldn't be okay
Even if I tried
So I keep cutting
Looking for an escape
Please save me
Before it's too late