I cry because of you.

You are the reason why I do what I do.

You are the one that has driven me to harm.

Do you not see these cuts on my arm?

How can you not see, that while I smile,

I have not been whole for awhile.

Blackened fringed frayed remains-all that's left of me,

And it tortures me 'cause you don't look deep enough to see.

Sometimes smiles are fake, and sometimes they are real.

I know they are because when you are around it it me you heal.

But it's you who makes me feel like scum, like I'm worthless dregs in a coffee cup.

But even though I'm ripped apart everyday by you, I suck it up.

I'm not good for you, I'm the bottom of the chain.

I'm not even worthy of your disdain.

I just hold on to hope, that someday you will see,

I am better for you then she will ever be.

Just look upon my arms, and my thighs as well.

Crisscrossed cuts, you can see, my rescue from hell.

I am so in tuned to you, every action that you do.

You break me as I fall, fall, fall.

Down, down, down,

Flailing,

Screaming,

Watch Me Drown.