New scars form everyday.
They'll never disappear.
I quickly hide the razor blade away
Knowing you'll soon be here.
Hide my wrists.
Force a smile.
You;ll only be here
For a little while.
You ask me what's wrong.
"Nothing I'm fine".
You'll never know
This secret of mine.
The minute you leave,
I'll pick up that blade.
More slits on my wrists
Are soon to be made.
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