I am the regular girl.
In everyones eyes, I have a good life.
But sometimes I like to hurl.
Sometimes I like the knife.
I always seem happy.
Never, ever sad.
I always seem happy to be here.
I always seemed glad.
But sometimes, I have a feeling, of nothingness and neglet.
Sometimes I have a feeling, that feeling I always get.
Sometimes I feel worthless and nothing could possibly save me.
But then I find the razor, its like my secret key.
A key to happiness, and a key to relief.
A feeling of finally letting free.
But then its not enough.
I have to feel more pretty.
I need to take that finger down my throat.
So, I dont feel self pity.
Ive never told one person this.
Because Ive always been scared.
Of being judged, and unloved.
Ive never been prepared.
Prepared for what? You may as well ask.
For, now I will let you now.
With my little key tasks, Ive always been scared.
Scared, of how far I will go.
But it doesnt really matter.
Well, not in this world.
For one reason and one reason only.
Because; I am the regular girl.