I have scars
up and down my arm...

The pain is unbelievable
as the blade goes in my wrist...

I used to slit my wrists
and cry myself to sleep...

My scars are hidden
beneath long sleeves...

Why do I have to live
Why cant I just die...

Full of hate
knowing only pain...

As tears run down his cheek
she realizes she was wrong...

I never thought this would be me, yet here I am...
A girl who feels alone...

She wasn’t loved
And she hadn’t a friend...

You call me a coward
as I walk away...

Secret
I have one secret...

We all exist,
We live...