Stone cold,

Is what they called me

But what they didnt know

Is that I felt empty inside.

Cold blooded, 

Is how I was described

But what they didnt see

Were the brusies.

Slutty,

Is what they said I was

They didnt know that

I was starved for attention.

Dumb, 

Is what they thought I was

They didnt know

That I was giving up.

Dangerous,

Is what they warned

They didnt know that

I needed someone, anyone.

Lonely,

Is what they never saw

They jus let the blood drip

Down my fingertips.

Sorry,

Is what they were

Maybe next time

They'll help.