From scissors,
                 To razors,
                            To Knives,

They slit their wrists,

Loosing touch of their lives.

They cry tears no one will ever see,

Their pain is invisible so no one will believe.

They’re sitting alone so they must be un-cool,

They see people staring and feel like a fool.

Others see their scars and now they’re a *****,

The whole world is salt
                                    But they
                                              Are pepper.

Muffled whispers,
                          Evil looks,

Sitting in class hiding behind their books.

They dream so magically
                                      But hope to never wake up.

The answer to “Are you okay?” is always “yup.”

They’re strong
                         They can’t cry.

They’re strong
                         They smile and lie.

And when people pass judgments they should push them aside;

They shouldn’t have to worry,
                                            They shouldn’t have to hide

Every word that you say could be another scar on their wrist,

And one day you’ll realize it’s their smile that you miss.