Sitting in the corner,
Where it is dark.
Movement stirs in the shoadows,
Like a ghost moving through walls.
A flash of light,
And a glimpse of a knife,
I reach out and grab it,
Place it on my vein.
A slow deep cut along the vein,
Will make it all end.
Stab wound to my heart,
will make this heartache stop.
If only people saw,
And realised my pain,
Then maybe they'd understand,
The hidden menace that I hide.
Bandage around my arm,
To hide all the scars,
"I sprained my wrist"
I tell people who ask,
But if only they knew,
That this was a lie,
That im trying to hide my scars.

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