When did you become
The person I could talk to
And feel safe
When did you become
The person who could talk to me
And get me to put down my knife
Before you
I would place my blade to my skin
Without remorse
But now I feel like I need to hide my scars
Because I'm afraid to disappoint you
Even though I know
You don't care about that kind of stuff
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
When did you become
The person I could talk to
And feel safe
When did you become
The person who could talk to me
And get me to put down my knife
Before you
I would place my blade to my skin
Without remorse
But now I feel like I need to hide my scars
Because I'm afraid to disappoint you
Even though I know
You don't care about that kind of stuff
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