Look anywhere
You'll see lines
Houses
Trees
Roads
Look hard enough
People
Me
They're hidden
But lines are there
You look at mine
They're on my arms
1, 2, 3, 4
You look at me
With a saddened look
9, 10, 11
You can keep counting
18, 19, 20
There's still more
25, 26, 27
Tears stream down
Your face
31, 32, 33, 34
These are
Only some
Of the new ones
From the past two days
What's worse
There is more
Arms
Thighs
Hips
Every place
That I can hid them
Lines will be there
Every line stands for something
Or a moment in time
Feeling worthless
Or unwanted
Or messed up
Wanting to be able
To control something
To be able to control
The pain
Every mistake
Every bad thought
The urge to
Just die
The lines
Can stand for anything
I tell you
That life is a game
That we're all pawns
Some win
Some lose
I'm losing
Drowning in all the thoughts I have
You ask why
It's because
Once you're addicted
It's hard to stop
And if you do
That urge to do it
Will never go away
Your body continues to crave
The feeling
Of you
Drawing with silver
And making red appear
Seeing the red dots form
On every line
Being able to do this
You cry
You laugh
You enjoy it
It makes you seem
Insane
For enjoying pain
But it makes you feel
Sane
You ask why I didn't tell anyone
Because I didn't want
Anyone to know
How do you tell someone
That you hurt yourself
That you use
The blades from a razor
That you cut any place
On your body that you can
That you enjoy doing this
That you have scars
That you still have ones healing
From two months ago
Because of how deep they were
That you didn't want anyone to worry
That you didn't want
To cause pain to others
That this isn't the only
Harm I've done to myself
I can handle the pain
But not life
The cuts
The lines
Will always be here
They become scars
There's more scars
And cuts
Then you ever knew
I can't promise
That I'll stop
I can't promise
Anything anymore