If you don't take this poem seriously, then everyone will know
Everything that happened to me, why I hung my head so low
I'm surprised I didn't bleed to death
As I apologized with my very last breath
As I've said so many times before
I shout nothing's wrong, when you knock on the door
The only time I'm visible to you is with blood streaming down my arm
Self mutilation, self- harm
Dangerous, scary, something you shouldn't do
But alot of these scars on my arms, are from you
And one day, with one cut too far
A drop too much blood, one extra scar
Everyone watching me, my family is here with tears in there eyes
The others from my school, look around in surprise
No one knew this life of hell
This was my cry of help, my plea, a yell
I figured you wouldn't want to talk at all
But I remembered all this, like an endless rainfall.
