The need to hide.

Coverd in blood,
Drowning in tears,
Wishing she could,
Fight off her fears.

Turning insane,
While cutting her flesh,
Cant feel the pain,
Being put to the test.

So many scars from her shoulder to wrist,
Thinking to herself,
"why'd it end up like this"?

Friends think shes crazy,
But i know shes not,
Shes just trying to make all of her pain stop.

So she starts to draw,
A picture of a real family,
Then starts to cry,
After hers told her to die.

She cuts and burns and pops those pills,
She will do anything she needs to,
Just to make herself ill.

She didn't always,
Feel this way inside,
She didn't always feel,
That she had the need to hide.