No one asks me if I will make it
They only ask me if I'm okay
I answer with a nod and smile
And they believe my lies
When I'm alone I lock the doors
And take out the pair of scissors
And make cut after cut
Until I cry myself to sleep
They don't want to see the lines
Cuts on my arms
They ask if I'm okay
They refuse to see past the mask
They don't understand its a lie
They choose to ignore the screaming
When I turn my music on so loud
Its to cover my screams
when I hide under long sleeved shirts
Its to hide the bleeding
When they choose to ask me if I'm okay
I will answer 'I will never be'
 
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