It's something I can't explain.
I can't seem to find the right words.
To tell my loved ones of what I do,
To silence the pain and ease the hurt.
I've faked everything for so long,
That I started to believe my lies.
I started to think that I was okay,
I started to think I was fine.
But then I took off my clothes,
And saw the scars that mar my skin.
A reminder of all the pain and sorrow,
That I've always had to hide within.
It pains me to count all of my scars.
It pains me to remember why.
Why I cut and why I bleed.
And why at night I want to die.
I wish I could tell my friends,
And I wish that I could just stop.
But I love my razor and all of what it does.
Tearing open my flesh and making the blood drop.
I'm sure one day I'll get the courage,
To spill my secrets to those I love.
But I did that once and it turned out bad,
So, for now, I've just given up.
