Again and again I told you,
I lied and said I stopped.
Over and over,
About it we talked.
I tried my best,
And went for long,
You said I could stop,
I guess you were wrong.
I moved from my legs,
Skipped past my arms.
I ripped up my shoulder,
And fell back on self harm.
Moving it across my flesh,
Drawing a line of crimson about;
Moving it across my flesh,
Bleeding my problems out.
The cycle of emotions went again,
Horrible, crazy, better,
With many things unsaid.
Paniacing in short sleeves,
Finding ones that cover it,
And feeling relieved,
Only because nobody suspected I would,
Their image of me is perpeptually good.
And nobody noticed
I free my inner demons;
When I break my skin,
And I like the way it feels,
So I repeat it,
Again and again.
