Everywhere the pains hits.
Nobody sees the hurt on the inside,
Nor do they see the pain.
Nobody sees the hurt on the outside,
Or the pain.
Everybody thinks I am okay,
When i know i am not.
When I want to die,
So I settle for self harm,
I forgot what I look like
Without the scars,
They are everywhere;
Arms, legs, chest, neck.
I just want to hide,
In the middle of the room.
Surrounded by everyone,
Who thinks I am okay.