I'm hurting

Judge

I may smile

I may laugh

I may seem happy

But don't judge a book by its cover

I cry myself to sleep

I slice my wrist

But to me that's life

You may say things

But I don't like to say why

I do these things

I keep it a secret from my

Friends and family

I don't need them to worry

But still when I see my wrist

It hurts to know

That they used to be pure

As snow

Now they have been marked

No longer clean

They remind me of life

They show me my battles

They burn when I move

They sting when I write

Yet I continue to

I have now clue why

But that's why you

Should never in your life

Judge a book by its cover