Walking around in school,
like a normal person, I try to fool,
the people all around me.
I am not exactly what they see.
Inside, no one knows how I feel,
whatever it is, it really kills.
I am not perfect, I am not strong,
I am doing my best to try to belong.
When I have a bad day,
I go to my room and lay.
I then look for my hidden knife,
thinking about my life.
I slowly start to cut into my arm,
not even caring about the harm.
I instantly feel the pain,
as the blood starts to stain.
I then go back to bed and start to dream,
I wake up hearing a scream.
I cry myself back to sleep,
thinking about all the scars im going to keep.