Thick

Familiar faces are all around,
I look at them with sorrow.
I know who they are,
I’ll see them all tomorrow.

I’ll see them in my classes,
When I’m walking around the school.
I’ll remember all the old days,
When I thought that they were cool.

But I wont talk or sit with them,
It’s them who are my past.
They screwed me over once before,
Our friendship will never last.

I run away from a lot of things,
That comes from everyday life.
I try to find an easy way out,
So I ease my pain with a knife.

Part of me knows it’s not healthy,
But the rest just doesn’t care.
I cut and scratch my skin away,
Like paper its so easy to tare.

Counting all my cuts and scars,
There’s 44, it makes me sick.
I don’t know why it helps,
I’m stupid, I’m hurt, I’m Thick.