I know they're talking behind my back
I hear them say "what the hell is that"
These marks upon my arm they see
They act like its defining me
So every time I hear them talk
I decide to talk a little walk
Walk right down to that bathroom stall
take a razor out, lean against the wall
I feel a tear slide down my face
Another day, another place
That I have to resort to this
This pain that I just cant resist
I slowly slide it across my skin
Knowing that I've let them win
The blood begins to trickle out
It hurts so bad, I want to shout
But no, one is never enough
I do a few more, making myself tough
With each cutt I go a little deeper
Assuring myself that this wont make me weaker
The job is done, my task completed
I looked at my arm, the monster I've created
I cover it up, put my supplies away
take a deep breath, tell myself "I'm okay"
I put a smile on, walk back in the room
All eyes are on me, they see through my smile, into my gloom
But I know for now, that I am fine
With these cutts, I've given myself time
So every time that they want to judge someone
They can look at me because I am done
I wont pretend that I dont care
Because no matter what, my secret they will share
