In The End, There Will Be No Tears

They say my scars were merely a phase,
Those idiots think that i am ok,
my arms are clear yes its true,
but hidden underneath my smile,
lies my monster, my secret,
In my pillow i hide a knife,
My parents say they are pleased,
with what i have become,
my "friends" say they are happy to see me smile,
no one knows what happens late in the night,
no one knows what all i see when i close my eyes,
this thing i once controlled,
now controls me,
I hate to admit it but i'm terribly scared,
how many more nights can i last?
how many more tears can i cry?
i think i've reached the end,
all i have to say is:
No one will cry.