Shiny and Sharp

Another day of "shut ups",
"you're a disappointment",
"you're a problem"...
Oh and what else?
Ooh, the classic.
"You're a failure."

So Little Girl ran into her room
Slamming the door to the world.
She's frantic, so frantic,
There's something she's looking for.
Something shiny, something sharp,
Something she had used before.

Tears stream down her face
She's pulling at her hair now
The fucking thing would not surface
Her cries are gasping sobs now

She's shaking...inside and out.
It's the urge.
It's the urge!

After she swirled around her room like a hurricane
She greeted an old friend
See, she hadn't seen him in a long time
They say that to him, she can't depend.
But she's fucking desperate.

She sat at the darkest corner of her room
Actually relishing the gloom
"This is familiar," she thought
And she took her little friend to her arm
Let it glide through the white
To show up the red, and the pain, and the pleasure, and she sang quietly:

"The Christmas lights are blinking
Their bright colors are taunting
And here I am crying
What else is new?

My ears are ringing
I can barely hear the blues I'm singing
I hurt everyone just by living
Maybe it's better to bid you all adieu."

Her tears won't stop coming.
She's as broken as the shattered glass,
That used to protect her smiling face
Now, useless and scattered on the floor.
Just shiny and sharp.
'Cause Little Girl's not really Little Girl anymore.