Wounded Soul

Hit the mirror - watch it shatter Not liking what you see Blood running down your arm Oozing like your broken heart - Empty inside - no friends outside Why even bother trying Shunned away from everything You think you're suffocating - Judged based on looks – type of clothes The way your hair is styled Called a dyke a fag a whore Wanting acceptance and love - You opened up - wounded again Don't think that you can take this A bullet to the skull No need to hurt anymore