• Don’t know how many I did today
    Tried to stop, but theres never a way
    Joke and hide, my daily routine
    But the numbness inside takes a hold of me
    Trusting in only a piece of glass
    Obviously, I don’t have much class
    Putting on long sleeves to hide the marks
    I’d rather be alone in the dark
    If someone asks, I make up an excuse
    Don’t want to hear their pity or rebuke
    I know I shouldn’t fear a thought
    But I still try hard to not get caught
    Almost covered in crimson slits
    That seem to overtake my wrists
    I pray to God every night
    I know I need His help and light
    But the temptation gets even stronger
    And I can’t hold out any longer