Sitting alone in the corner crying

thinking about what it's like dieing

would it really be all that bad surely no one is going to be sad

Hiding the cuts on my wrists

curling my hands in to fists what would be wrong with just one more

one more cut to hide and be sore

My pain is hidden in the dark

hidden with on a cut mark

yet when they ask I say I'm fine asking yelling screaming for help in my mind

But no matter what you say or do

There is no way I can confide in you

You would try to get me help

Letting my secret get out

Yet that would be worse

Knowing my trust in you has burst

So I sit here all alone in the dark

Knowing that that I am about to make a new mark

Sitting here corner crying

Thinking all about dieing

(this was inspired by a book I read recently........... )