I cut because…

I never wear short sleeves,
Because of the scars on my arms,
I never wear short pants,
Because of the cuts on my legs.

I’ll never tell you,
Why I cut,
I’ll never ask,
For help.

I never go swimming,
I never sleep over,
I never smile,
I never let the tears run.

I cut to release my pain,
I cut because I hate me,
I cut to feel pain,
I cut because I have to.

If the was a choice,
I’d chose to die,
But the is no choice,
I’ll have to live a lie.

The blood drops,
Are my teardrops,
The scars on the outside,
Are worse on the inside.