The Red Marks

They hide their faces from the light
and know that they need more
Living, lying, breathing, crying
Getting up is a chore.

Laughter is a stranger now
Teardrops are their friends
The sun no longer warms their skin
The pathway in life bends

They're living all around us
They're the ones who never smile
The ones we see along the street
And feel sorry for once in a while

Maybe their father hit them
Maybe their mother was dead
Maybe their life was just one big lie
And so they live a half life instead

When the front door closes behind them
They drag themselves upstairs
They sit on their bed and think about life
The pain is too much to bear

They are giving up too easy
They aren't trying enough to live
You may think like that but one day
You may break under pressure and give

The lines are red and ugly
They represent every time
When life has thrown them a lemon
And taken it back out of spite

So when you see someone who's cutting
Don't recoil with horror and shame
Think about just why they did it
Before pointing your finger to blame