Self harm

You tell me that its easy, That I can stop so quickly
But surely you know this is not true
I slash up my legs leaving scars up my arms
I live in the place she called the nation of self harm

Pretend you were depressed you say you just got out
But that is a lie because I cannot escape these feeling
As I cry my salty tears staining red on my skin
Pouring salt into my wounds which are never healing

Stop judging me from the scars and the cuts on my skin
I am not alone as you will see
We are so many, us self harming people
There are others who are just like me