Faint Little Lines

What did I do
to deserve this pain,
I wish it would
just go away.

But it won't
it seems to like me,
it's blinding my thoughts
and now I've got these.

But I've got something
to take it off my mind,
it's a secret
I've kept inside.

I do it for the comfort
every single day,
but the lines are a sacrifice
I'm willing to pay.

I'll put on the
fake little smiles,
and pretend
that I am alright.

On the outside
I am perfectly lying,
when inside I am
losing the battle against myself and dying.

I picked the skin
I picked the bleeding,
one more scar
is meeting.