Confession of Them All

Those faint and dark lines
Up and down my arms
They tell you of the times
I did myself some bodily harm

The ones above my elbow
Tell you of the nights
The nights I was was alone
And slept those nights in fright

The ones below my elbow
Tell you of the days
When I went to school
And heard everything they had to say

The ones across my wrists
Well all they really tell
Are the nights and days
That I lived through hell

And so now you can simply see
That every mark tells a story of its own
And how I decided to deal with it
Deal crying and alone

And I don't want your sympathy
And I don't ask for your lies
All I'm really asking for
Is that you hear my cries

The ones I used to bear alone
All of the ones that left a scar
The ones I now need help with
Before I go to far

Can't you see me crying
Can't you see my fears
Can't you see I can't be alone
Can't you see my tears

The ones that will turn red
With every cut made
With my special tool
My old and jagged blade