What's Wrong

4 little cuts
Staring at me from my wrist
7 little words running through my head
"it's not OK, it'll never be OK!"
I know theres truth behind them
For it will never be OK
But it may also be a lie
There's still a way off, distant flicker
Flicker of hope
Hope that someday I'll be able to smile for more than 5 minutes
But not today
As those 4 little cuts stare up at me
I know I promised to stop
I told you I would
But what you don't know, Can't hurt you
Mum can't find out
Neither can he
I don't want to see a phsyciatrist
Don't need any anti depressants
I'll be fine the way I am
Living a lie that makes you happy
Keeping my problems locked away
I hate the way he can tell when somethings wrong
I don't want to talk about it
I dont even know what's wrong