Different

You say I'm different,
But we're both the same.
I cut my wrist while
You bow your head in shame.
I at least bleed,
For my own transgressions,
While you boast about, knowing
Inside, there's deep depression.
You walk around hiding
All of your deepest feelings
But me, everyone already knows
Even though I'm not smiling.
Each line on my wrist
Has a significant story, but you
Tell no stories, even though
I know them, each and every twist.
So don't call me different,
When we're both the same
Lies and razors are weapons that kill
Without leaving names.