No one can see the pain that we hide,
They are happy for us to keep it inside.
Our fears are our own; they don’t want to know,
Why should we involve them; why should it show?
I live my life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near.
Half of me living and half of me gone,
And inside I know what I’m doing is wrong.
The things I can’t help the things that may heal,
And the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel.
The destruction of skin means the death of my soul,
But there’s no where to run when you are all alone.
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