I don't mar my flesh as a cry for help,
I'm really quite strong enough on my own.
I don't pick at scabs for attention,
Sometimes, I just want to see if I can reach bone.

This hasn't been written to make you worry;
I really don't want to die.
I just want to help you understand,
and tell you my reasons why.

I'm not trying to make you upset,
And I don't exactly say this with pride.
What I find is I need to express
The ugliness I have inside.