Drip. Drip.
I cry the tears
I normally hide
In a disguise
I wear around others.

A mask to cover
The pain
The tears
So my troubles
Don’t become
Their burden.

All alone
And I might think
How easy I can do it.

Just a few lines
On my never-cut wrists
But I’m too scared.

So as I become social
The mask goes back on
And I seem fine
When only I knew
That’s a lie.