My Scars Exposed #wattys2018

Secrets

        Everyone seems to think they know everything,

        They pretend they know what we've went through.

        As if they've been raped, harrassed, beaten.

        Driven into slicing open their wrists.

        I find that funny, seeing their wrists.

        Not a single scar.

        They don't have any, anywhere on their body.

        They just want to make us feel better.

        But do you know how much worse that can make someone feel?

        Knowing that they have to keep their feelings concealed?

        Keep it a secret.

        Wear long sleeves, jackets, wristbands, all the time.

        I used to like to swim.

        I can't now.

        Cuts and scars are all over my body.

        I don't want them seen by the strangers around.

        So I stopped going to the pool.

        Because I know I have to keep my secret.

        I can't just stop doing it,

        I can't live without it.

        So I just don't tell anyone anything.

        Bury it all inside.

        Part of me wants to tell someone. 

        Or at least let them find out on their own.

        But I can't. 

        They'll only lock me up in the hospital again.

        So I don't tell a soul,

        let my secret game begin again.

        Pick up the razor.

        Slowly slide it across, sometimes even down,

        My wrists.

        Let my secrets out through the blood.

        I won't tell a soul.

        Drown my secrets in the red flood.

        Don't tell anyone,

        Let my secrets lie.