Let It Out

I have a good friend Who is silver and shines It pierces my skin And draws the red lines It leaves several scars Over the years But it lets out my screams As well as my fears It gives me relief I need the sensation But I keep it a secret I hate the attention Those perfect red lines They become such a burden But I do it anyway Because i'm tired of hurting Some call me psycho But I know they're all wrong I don't know what to do I don't know where I belong I hide the scars Under jackets and sleeves My loved ones don't know The cuts stay unseen I try to act fine So no one'll know But sometimes Islip And the cracks begin to show