She writes novels on her wrist,
For every vein she's ever missed..
Trying to remember where she lost herself.
A trilogy of pain,
Signed in her shame
The world begs for a new release..
with nothing left to say,
She picks up the blade,
They won't listen until its too late.
Hate scribbled on her skin,
Her cover has worn thin,
They just love the way she breaks...