Random Thoughts

Unlike most, my problem is people do care
Whenever I want to be alone, they're always there

Asking whats wrong, is there anything they can do?
When all I want is five minutes away from you

But if I say this, then they'll want to know why
I don't want them to know that I silently cry

I want them to think that I'm happy and carefree
I don't want them to worry about little ole me

The cuts on my legs that no one knows about
I want it that way, theres no reason to shout

It used to be so easy to hide all my pain
For the longest time no one suspected a thing

But its getting harder to fake, and I don't know why
So often now, people notice my silent "sigh"

But if they knew, they would think I was crazy
So often now, my days and nights become hazy

I've never been able to sleep but its getting worse
More and more often my speech sounds terse

I get annoyed quicker and easier than ever before
So I leave the room and go to my secret door

The door where I hide the razors and blades
Then I slice up my legs until the world begins to fade

I cut my legs to avoid cutting my wrists
People say its stupid but its less of a risk

I really don't want to die or let anyone in
But someday soon I'll have to- or depression will win.