Anna Scarred

It's just a little slit,
She whispered to herself
Just a little red on beige
Just a little sting of pain
It's just a little madness that couldn't harm
No one but herself

A reminder of pain she dearly worship
A kiss from past haunted her mind
It was a punishment at first,
But today it's a piece of art
It's just a little madness that couldn't harm
No one but herself.

But she didn't see
It's a ticking time bomb for her sanity
A jab of the painful reality
A cry for attention
Voice that nobody could listen

So she took the blade hidden inside the casual stationery
A slit after another, she started to see that bright color
And the little sting that remind her of the reality
The pain that she believed will keep her sanity
If only she's brave enough to look at her reflection
And see how her scowl turn into adoration
Tears turn into gleam in the eyes
It's just a slit to the wrist
A dried red before even stain her pillowcase
It's punishment turned to habit
And this little madness, it's more than just "phase"

But they only see red
On the lipstick she applied
But they only see tears
On the laughter so rich
They see madness
But they choose to blind their eyes
Because they're afraid
And they'll tell her that she's a coward.

Anna Vice

Tell me, I want to know when will you stop
Or if that act of yours will ever drop
Tell me, when will you learn to walk in our tight shoes?
And see through our wounded eyes
It's easy to play victim, really
Especially when the world has shown nothing but cruelty
But tell me, will you ever learn to feel pain that wasn't on your skin?
Or will you continue to play that act, over and over again?

You told us a story originated from your own misery
With sugar and spice, and some of edited reality
You wanted tears, puddled up right under your feet
You wanted rage, boiled up right inside our chest
What will happen when we've inherited your hatred?
What will happen when time burnt our vengeance and left us jaded?
I hope you know, oh I pray to God you know
Because it would hurt when you realized that you only cause woe

Tell me, can you hear them howling
The same cry you made when your skin was ripped apart?
Tell me, can you see the scars similar to your fingertips
The blues and reds across our skin in shape of your fists?
You say that they hurt you, But can you see that you hurt us too?
With your whispers of vengeance, your worst of intentions
Tell me, will you ever stop being a vice
Or will it continue till you meet your demise?