Breathing

I'm breathing
simply to please.

Doing my best in every class,
but it's not good enough.

I don't drink or smoke,
though I want to.

I wanna forget how much living
hurts.

There are days where
I just wanna breathe.

Breathe just to show
life.

Breathe and forget
that when I go home,
pain will be there.

Breathe and forget that I
have to be perfect for you.

Am I just a
babysitter to you?

Do these cuts mean
nothing?

Am I just something to show off
when I do something good,
something to hide
when I don't?

If that's true, than all I need is
hipbones and razor blades.