i will tell you if you are willing to listen,
though the words are hard to find,
i will let you see the honest truth,
spoken from a cutter's mind.
the shining, sharp edges of my only friend,
so soon to hit a vein,
crimson rivers forming patterns,
- the bittersweet sort of pain.
i always made sure to fake my smile,
i never gave them a reason to worry,
but each and every crimson scar
hid a secret story.
everything was dead in this uncaring world,
yet they didn't see how it hurt,
i couldn't express the pain i felt,
just choked on every word.
but there was one piece that was missing
from the very painful start,
and i believe that missing piece
was the one that belonged to my heart.
i have been judged because i cut,
and each time it just gets tougher,
but before your prejudices start to unfold,
remember - i didn't choose to suffer.
You may see someone shining, smiling,
but remember that depression deceives,
for that person may be hiding the darkest secrets