I sit down
I cut all around
Instantly I regret it

Just one more abnormality
On a chart that's all full
All the abnormality marks
Are for me

The next day
The cuts burn
I want to free my arms
Wear short sleeves

I know if I do
I'll never be the same
I'll get too much attention
Attention that isn't needed

I say I'm fine
I really mean it
What hurts the most
Is you won't believe me[

Very few people
Do I trust
I know I have depression
I promise you
I can make it through

Please don't tell my mom
Please don't tell my dad
I promise you
I'll be O.K.
If you don't

If you do
Then I'll tell you
This will be
The very last poem
That you will see
From me...
Again