Self-Harm

Her eyes are full of secrets no one will know She wears long sleeves so the scars won't show at first it was by choice but now I can't take control  scars on my wrist as well on on my soul  They had even made their way to my forearm  Not any drug is as addicting as self-harm  The only time I can actually think Is when I watch my blood go down the sink though the power to stop is not guaranteed  Doing this is my one chance to feel free It may seem like I just want to die But that is the opposite to what this implies I did my best to prove to you that I exist I even painted pretty cuts on my wrist So go ahead,laugh and be mean Your voices haunt me as I bleed I smile as if I'm just so amused  So no one suspects me of my abuse Funny thing is that no one defines  I'm lying every time I say I'm fine The problem has reach to the extreme  Can't any hear or notice my screams I never knew the thing that's keeping me alive Has been secretly killing me this entire time Please take my razors,the whole pack And promise you will never give them back