I used to do it just for fun,
But my fascination has grown,
My parents aren’t reading the signs,
Perhaps it’s best unknown,
I’m spilling out my fears,
And sitting all alone,
I wait for someone to find out,
It’s what I want,
It’s what I need,
I need someone to figure it out,
To walk in on me,
To see me cutting myself,
And watching myself bleed,
I stopped eating,
And now it’s my feed,
It sustains me,
It fulfills my every need,
I’ve grown gaunt and pale,
From all that I have loss,
And yet the blood won’t appear,
In the eyes of those I love,
They need to figure it out,
They need to understand,
This is my cry for help,
I can only hope it’s heard…
I can only hope that it is understood...

 
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