He's eager for the feel
Of the blade made of steel
Scars cover the arms
Of the boy who selfharms
He cries himself to sleep
Falling very deep
When he wakes
A smile he fakes
He puts on a long-sleeved shirt
Hiding how much he's been hurt
He goes to middle school
He is such a fool
FAG, COCK-SUCKER, QUEER
Is all he can hear
Repeating this cycle for almost a year
Now he's in High School
No longer a fool
With friends galore
He's happier than before
He no longer has to hide
And quit because he tried
He no longer has the feel
For the blade made of steel
And now that boy is free
And this boy is me
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