I wear gloves to hid it
i wear long sleeves
to hid what you ask?
the things that bleed
pain is absent
but the evidence is real
i can see it clearly
however i never can feel
such incentive to cut
with blades so sharp
skin so thin
i can see blood from the heart
the heart is to love
as hell is to fear
to feel neither shouldnt make you cry
but tell that to my tear
hidden in the corner
no one even knows im there
if you knew i was in the corner
would you even care?
the lies they told me
i know they are fake
i pretend to believe
only for their sake
the dots were all there
you just needed to draw line
so you didnt have a pen
maybe some other time