TW: Self harm, Bipolar Disorder, Depression (kinda), Anxiety (kinda)
This blade against my skin
Marking it for the rest of my days.
To deal with all my pain,
Until I go to a better place.
As the markings bleed and flow,
It puts my mind at ease.
After all the turmoil,
Finally some peace.
As the sun glides across the sky,
In the middle of the summertime,
I know I have no choice
But to wear a sweater the whole time.
All these markings
All over my arms.
I'm like a red striped zebra
Who self harms.
I don't know what is wrong.
I guess I'm just crazy.
My vision's getting hazy.
Well, they all say I'm just lazy.
I'd say I live a pretty good life.
My parents love me and I love them.
But I can't quite explain it,
Why this happens or when.
Like my mind has tunnel vision,
Faces fading and words muffling,
I am in the dark,
I can't stop the tears from flowing.
My cynicism is skyrocketing,
Why can't I just enjoy life?
I guess I feel all alone,
Through all my suffering and strife.
But then one day,
Something changed.
A friend who could understand
And didn't care that my life wasn't arranged.
My clouds of hopelessness,
Circling all around my brain.
They melted all away,
And now I can smile without strain.
And suddenly,
The good days came.
Washing away
My tears like rain.
But when those bad days come,
I know that they are here.
And I hope they know
That for them, I am here.
