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by paige Dec 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The scars are hidden under my trouser leg, Only the blood sometimes shows. When I've cut myself too deep, I get scared in case someone knows. Getting changed for PE I manage to hide the marks, Sometimes if they reveal I fear other people's remarks. No one knows what I do to myself, Not even my closest friends, No one knows how alone I feel, No one can make amends. Play a sad song, Shed a few tears, Cut myself, Forget these years. I never understood self-harm, Until it got to this, Couldn't see the point, Something went amiss. A burning cool relief Pools of self made pain Getting rid of feelings, Of which I can't retain. Fill a tissue with blood, Empty my body of emotion, The Curie's as bad as the pain, Like simple harmonic motion.