When did this happen?
When did we stop wearing light up sneakers?
When did going to bed early become a good thing?
When did play dates turn into real dates?
When did dad stop being a superhero?
When did weight stop determining what ride we go on and star defining who we were?
When did we start looking in the mirror and not liking what we saw?
And when did our scars become on purpose?

When you cut
the skin around it puffs red like wine.
The blood beads up perfectly in a crimson dotted line
It tingles and burns at first
But then it feels good so that's only the worst
Your  body is in pain but you mind is at ease
It feels so good and your mind asks for one more cut please
One turns to two and two to four
At this point you just keep cutting more
There's no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through
Everyone else is happy so why can't you be to?
The blood starts to drip and roll down your skin
A smile appears on your lips from within
When you cut

Silly little girl
Don't fool yourself
They've seen your scars
Just don't want to help
Little do they know
How much can change
With three little words
"Are you ok"