They think we sing a happy song,
But know nothing of the blade hidden under our mattresses.
It's silver shiny and long,
We've tried masking the pain, we mirror actors and actresses.
A tear slips down our vulnerable faces,
As we place the cool blade to our skin.
We all slice in different places,
But in unison we scream from within.
We wear our long dark sleeves,
On a scorching summers day.
We hope that everyone believes,
that were just weird in our own way.
Until that person sees our arm,
We curse and blame the cat.
They know that we self harm,
But we would never admit that.
We try our best to stay clean,
Gosh, even for a week.
But with people battering our self esteem,
By day two we've reached our peak.
So we raise our walls and a sing our happy song,
Slip the blade back under our mattresses,
It's silver shiny but now stained with blood.
We still smile but it's taken a lot of practices.
A/N: Hey everyone! Well here's the third poem. For this book or book of poems or whatever you wanna call it, ill be posting two more poems and then starting on a project. Hope you enjoyed this.
~Dark_Minded0
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PoetryTo self harmers, to people who like poetry and to people who just have a dark mind. FYI: The first poem isn't my best so if you don't enjoy that one you may like the others.
