Looking at my scars..
Scared of what my future holds..
Grab my thin blade and make a new cut..
Blood starts running down my arm to the floor..
Clean up and put my hoody back on..
Hide the cuts and scars...
My friends don't know I do this to myself..
Scars on my wrist ankles and stomach..
It's getting harder to hide them...
Scared I'll be caught..
Hoping nobody will notice them..
I smile...
On the inside I'm broken and crying..
I don't want to live anymore..
