Why is this private pain so public
Why do u have to know?
Why is it that everyones looking
At what's going on below.
Why do you have to notice
The brusies and scars i hide
The marks underneath these clothes
You dont realise how hard i tried.
Why is it that you think its okay
To peek and look and see
Why cant you just mind your own business
And stop being so nosy.
Why did i have to inflict the pain
In a wave of sadness and distress
Why did i choose that part of myself
To make a raw and bloody mess?
But then im thankful for your observations
That you really can see through
The outer shell i present
To realise my insides are blue.
Maybe in some way i was crying out
That i hurt and cut myself
Because in the end, afterall
I knew... You'd help