I stand up tall
Look in the mirror,
Not knowing my condition
Is very severe.

My ribs show
and are easily seen,
Its just a stage
I'm but eighteen.

Slits and cuts
along my arms,
My own Decorations
from my self-harm.

Nobody can see them
I hide them in sleeves,
Nobody can know
About my sudden grief.

The blade I use
Is safely hidden
"Im not suicidal,
You must be mistaken."

Ill feed everyone lies
Never telling the truth,
So nobody will know
about my troubled youth.

I don't need another parent
or another therapist
The boy that needs help
He doesn't exist.

Don't tell me that,
I have so much to live for
Its my decision only
It is not yours

If I decide to die
then don't disagree.
Let me slit my wrist
and end this misery

Two quick cuts
forty seconds of pain
As I sit and watch
all my *lo** drain.