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
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