Hide the evidence,
that's the first thing you learn to do.
Clean up the blood, wipe away the tears,
no one can know, no one must see,
pull down the sleeves and hide the blades.

You develop a fear of people knowing,
you begin to flinch when it looks like they'll lift your sleeves.
When it's hot you let out a groan of irritation,
what was it like not having to always wear long sleeves?
It's been so long that you can't remember

Will things get better?
You can't tell - all you know is the pain, the relief.
You lock yourself away in your room
and cry yourself to sleep;
but you're not alone