we all have a friend
who is sliver and shines
it Pierce's our skin
and draws red lines
it leaves several scars
over time,
but it let's out our screams
as well as our fears
it gives us relief
we need the sininsation
but we keep it a secret
we hate the attention
those perfect lines
they become such a burdon
but we do it anyway
because we are tired of hurting
they call us insane
but we know they're all wrong
they all know what to be
we don't know where we belong
we hide our scars under jackets and sleaves
our loved ones don't know they stay unseen
we try to act fine so no one will know
but sometimes we slip
and the cracks began to show
