(I) asked the voices,
Why do you (want) me to die?
They didn't reply (to) my question.
My skin just decided to (bleed out) the answers,
Pointing out (every flaw) on my ugly skin,
Leaving even more scars (on my body).
(I hate myself) even more than before.
(For) each purple line remides me of a time that
(Being) strong wasn't an option,
And being (weak) was the only one left.
Why do you (want) me to die?
They didn't reply (to) my question.
My skin just decided to (bleed out) the answers,
Pointing out (every flaw) on my ugly skin,
Leaving even more scars (on my body).
(I hate myself) even more than before.
(For) each purple line remides me of a time that
(Being) strong wasn't an option,
And being (weak) was the only one left.
