What I'm used to

I stare at the tiny cut on my wrist
And wonder if in a week it will exist
Because these scars never fade
Leaving me with white lines on my tan skin
The blood runs dry
And I try not to cry

What did you think these bracelets were for?
This mad world is kind of sad
Because I know others feel like this
But when I look in the mirror
Nothing else is there except the fat that wraps around my bones

This Earth is always spinning
I feel like i'm just standing still
The weight adds up
And I don't feel okay
At home i cry until my pillows are soaked
At school i fake a smile
But sometimes i wonder if my friends see through me
I try to hide my head
So i can drown these sorrows

Why was i cursed with this pain?
I don't understand
People laugh and eat,
Not thinking twice
I take a bite
And its all adding up for a slice
That will be down my arm
And across my wrist
Over and over again
It's what im used to.