Scars

I smile towards you in sympathy But I am not smiling for me Only for you I stand up on my own Because I know how you hate for me to lean on you Oh Lonley Spirit I am just like you I am a girl with a broken smile A broken spirit A lonely soul God may be there But in my eyes He is only a figure dancing in the mists of my touch I try to reach for him But the Devil touches his hand to me and punches me down Pounding on the inside, In disguise on the outside Consumed in all this damned chaos Gotta break free But how? A girl with a broken smile can't phantom Getting better or even any more lonlier Scars are shown, but nobody cares Scars are made fresh and wounds open up but fake is all they say and all they are. Don't come to me, don't.... Don't come to me and tell me you understand You don't! You hate yourself! so how can you not make scars on me when you have scars you made on your own. Let me wither in my pittiful existence Let me cut my wrist so that I may never have to see daylight again! Nighttime is only my interest! Daylight glares me awake and jars me to insanity Oh pleadful and merciful fiends! Get off! out! I say!! I pound my fists upon the ground, harder and harder! Everybody callin me but I don't care! Not anymore! Not anymore! Dakness crowds my mind, making me plead insanity to take me away! I laugh maliciously and cackle at those who have wrong me! Karma is mad and bad. So beware!