Sunshine

Slut, Whore, Freak, Undeserving
Those are just a few of my daily torments
Untalented, Fat, Abandended 
It seems to me, theses days, that those are all I seem to be
Ugly, Attention Whore, Marked
Why can't people see what they are doing to me?

Each one
Each time
Each name

A new mark unseen

They don't see the at home effect
The tears that run down my face as I wonder what I did wrong
The blade that pierces my skin leaving behind a trail of blood
The days I go without eating for fear of gaining weigh

They only see it as a game
"Who can make her feel more like trash?"
Well what if I don't want to play anymore?

They get pleasure from the torment in my eyes
They gain laughter if I shed a tear

Well now the roles are reversed
You play the vitim while I have my fun
The scars on my arm a constant reminder of what you have done

As I poke fun at your weakest parts
Your insecurities a joke
Would you still find it funny?
Would you still continue on this path if you realized the pain you actually caused?

From what I've seen 
You would keep on just to make yourself 'feel better'
So when I make that final slice
When I skip that final meal
When they find the note beside my bed as my family cries wondering how this happened

Don't you dare cry and make me out to be someone you love

I am the sunshine that so many seek
I am the sunshine that lights so many tunnels
Put me out, and you've created mass murder

Hope you're happy with the result of your 'joke'