Hurt...

I thought a drink would make my pain disappear,
I wish to forget for just a little time.
Why can’t I be like my friends,
Who see self-destruction as a crime.

Don’t think I enjoy hurting myself,
But sometimes it’s the only way.
To escape from the pain within,
I can’t leave, and neither can I stay.

I hear people make jokes,
About some girl who in herself cut.
I hate them for making it a laugh,
They just don’t give a f.u.ck!

You can’t tell a cutter by her looks,
She can be the girl next door,
Or even your very best friend.
So don’t think of her as someone poor.

People think I don’t have any problems,
It’s only because I wear a mask.
Underneath I’m a whole different person,
You must never find out, because then you would ask.

I’m not ready for that kind of questions,
Maybe I’ll never be.
You will be affright and confused,
And then you’ll begin judging me.

Just the thought is frightening,
Of you being ashamed of me.
Deep inside I think you know,
But the sadness in your eyes I hate to see.
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