A Protest in Lines Too Thin to Read - Evaline

A parent walks in on a child cutting them self

Laughs and says youre silly dear, you’re only hurting yourself

So cut deep or don’t cut at all

Are you listening?

I don’t care what your parents tell you don’t cut at all

Oh please be listening

I don’t care what those bastards tell you don’t cut at all

You’re staggering in, you find a finger gagging yourself

You heave and say «I'm not like those pigs.

I don’t care what’s good for my

health»

Controlling the room with tilted thighs

It comes to me as no surprise that

I even flicker on my own

Feed the one that’s closer

As you’re flickering on

Feed the one that’s closed

As you flicker

Starving artist you will

I said it before

Shed your burdens and build on

You shed your clothes in spite and whisper

You shed your clothes in spite and whisper

I make the demands

Well I’m doubting my portrait of skin

But I sure as hell won’t find limbs down my throat

The substance of weight defines the beauty laced behind the pride of my

Even scales they stand alone

So cut

It’s not living deeply

Cut

No, not at all

You shed your clothes in spite and whisper

You shed your clothes in spite and whisper

You bare these lines to cleanse your system

You bare these lines despite the symptoms

I make the demands

I make the demands

Starving artist you will

I said it before

Shed your burdens and build on

We won’t give up now