No more

No more hiding
my crimson cries
or that my smile
is nothing but a lie

no more long sleeves
to hide my arms
hide my cuts
from my self harm

no more bracletts
no more hiding
the marks from
the knife and skin colliding

today at lunch
she saw my marks
and "oh my god why"
was one of her remarks

then she said follow me
and she rolled up her sleeves
and i saw the cuts
that bring her ease

finally
someone to talk to
someone right there
who knows what im going through

we stood there
and started to cry
she said
"i have attempted to die"

we just hugged each other
i said so have i
she looked at me
and we started even more to cry

no more hiding
either one of us
no more hiding
thats a must