I was a little girl at 8
I little rugrat pressing through the garden gate
A happy, joyous smile on my face,
Everything... Just a fun little race,
Mama's make up just to be a model and dress up
The funnest of games always had the little plastic tea cup

I was insecure at 10
Wondering if I could ever be like barbie and ken
Mama's jewelry started to look more real,
Up all night to seem sick to skip school was the deal,
Starting to wonder what your supposed to really be,
Looking in the hand held mirror "is this really me"

I was losing myself at 12,
Pressing it down, clutching the knife helve,
Gazing at the reflection, thick makeup running down my face,
My heart beating at such a quick pace,
Razor pressed to my wrist, "this is bad but...."
Blood runs down my arm, the release of my first cut

I am 14,
My wrist no longer unscarred and clean,
To many blades, razors, cuts, burns, and scars to keep track
I've gone to far, no way I'm going back....
These sweater sleeves won't hide the harm I've done to myself forever,
I told myself "no one could love me, never"
All the criticism for me being a woman.. To love a woman,
Now she tells me she loves me and I show I'm a fighter,
I do it all for the one I love, I know I can't live without her <3