Behind These Scars

Sitting alone on the bathroom floor
I'm holding the blade
I'm unafraid
I want nothing more

To see my wrist bleed
It brings me happiness
As it relieves my stress
Its all I need

Tomorrow
I'll hide it underneath my long sleeves
So no one sees
They must never know

They wouldn't even understand
Why I do slit my wrist
How can I resist?
These scars tell the story of who I am