The true reason

It really didn't hurt,
but i had to hide it with my shirt.
I had to hide it from the world,
or my life would have twirled.
it started with some pieces of glass,
but that didn't last.
i then started using knives,
which was one of my deepest dives.

When they first found out,
they all began to shout.
All i could say was it is my body,
and they agreed oddly.
my wrists are my scoreboards,
and i didn't regret it afterwards.
It was my way of dealing with things,
I finally got my wings,
even though i knew they would be torn and tattered.
I never really thought it mattered.
I couldn't deal with the pain,
and it helped me stay sane.
That is the true reason why i cut!