this infection

I am viscous, I've been bled.
I gouge at eyes and shriek at skin.
My best friend is the tourniquette,
I take my pride in mortal sin
and idolize the weak and thin.
To save myself, i hide in lies -
I always leave them questioning.
I am the girl who cannot fly.

I am the muted. I walk instead
among the ones who fake their grins.
I am the monster beneath the bed,
I'll gladly rip off all my limbs
and pierce myself with safety pins
as long as I can stay inside.
You want to know how it begins?
I am the girl who cannot fly.

I scream in silence in my head.
My fear is often genuine
that I will someday end up dead,
that I am not the heroine.
I must admit, to my chagrin
I'm easy to provoke to cry.
The pool is deep enough to swim.
I am the girl who cannot fly.

If I am a jar, then there's nothing within.
I don't believe in the word goodbye
because if I did then I'd never see him.
I am the girl who cannot fly.