I look at my thin wrists, so frail and weak,
And I think to myself, How could it be
That I have done this to myself?
I know now that it was a mistake that is now affecting my health.
The cuts, bruises and scars are now what define me
For I can no longer tell myself that I did it for glee.
What used to make me happy now makes me regret
The past, the mistakes, all of it - I wish I could forget.
But now they are always there, they will be a constant reminder
Of what I have done and what I have endured
And looking at them from time to time, I slowly
Start to remember my hidden past.
