When your ashamed you conceal
all the bad things that you feel
you try to get what's wrong out
that's what self-harms all about
going through people putting you down
wearing that fake smile, instead of the real frown
the rain pours hard everyday
you just wish it would all go away
get home; open the door
run through the house and crash on the floor
grab the razor and start the harm
another scar down her arm
gets control and puts the razor away
doing this another day
smiling when her mom walks in
keep doing this, she'll never win
keeps fighting everyday
new scars show, and old fade away
this struggle has been violent
be still she precedes to be silent.