FicWad

My muted cries remain in my mind,
It's fine, okay? I'm fine,
Yet I stare at the marks that scar my skin,
Fighting a battle I don't think I can win.

Do you understand how it feels,
How it feels to want to rip your skin off,
Of your own stupid body,
Your useless, pathetic body?
Would you notice without any visible evidence?
I hide the scars, but that's not too hard...
Pick your place,
Pick your poison,
I forced the blade in in places that you could not see,
I didn't, don't want any attention,
I didn't, don't want you to notice!

If there are no new wounds, and hidden scars,
How the fuck would you know that I am hurting?!
Ignored, invisible, but no, I'm not suicidal,
Just screaming for someone to help me now!

Sorry... or aren't I?
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling,
If I get much worse, I could easily pull the plug,
So I'm screaming for someone to help me now!