Slices on my wrists,
Cuts on my neck,
Stab wounds in my heart,
I only on the inside,
Even though blood is on my skin.
If people knew all this,
Then why ignore the signs,
Everyone thinks its a load of bull,
but they don't see the hidden menace,
That faces me everyday.
The tears I cry that no-one sees,
Symbolises the pain and agony that no-one sees,
I may hide my fears
And the way I feel from the world.
But it is a hidden world i go into,
When i slip into depression.
Slices on my wrists,
Cuts on my neck,
Stab wounds in my heart,
If only these people can see!!!

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