Under these sleeves of mine,
Are secret stories no one knows,
The twisted lines,
The torn up pages,
All mix together,
To combine all my hidden rage.
Under these sleeves of mine,
Is a story,
Told through wonderful artistic design,
It shows my struggles,
It shows my fears,
But most importantly,
It shows where I've cried my tears.
Under these sleeves of mine,
There is a story,
Of a sad and depressing time,
A time when all I wanted to do was die,
When I never thought I would survive,
When all I wanted to do was say goodbye,
A time,
When I didn't realize what a good thing it is to be alive.
