My friends
Are great..
Mostly.
And I love them.
But they ask me to open up
To tell them how I feel.
Ok, no. No way.

I have shit in my life
You can't fix that
You can't.
I know stuff
And you don't.
And that's good
Good I have secrets from you

Because if you knew
Who I was
What I felt
All the things that no one knows
You would hate me.
I know those things.
I hate myself for those things.

All the midnight thoughts
That scar my mind
Cutting
Burning
Branding
And if you knew
And if you knew

I wouldn't have any friends at all.