My flesh it is a graph.

It tells the story of my life.

You can see the ups and downs

as they’ve happened over time.

I try to keep it hidden

but that’s often hard to do.

So they believe the lies I tell them.

No one wants to know the truth.

I don’t believe in medication

it only serves to dull the mind.

This may not be the best solution

but it’s the best that I can find.

Sometimes the pain builds up inside me

it’s either let it out or die

and my flesh is just a cage

holding everything inside

and when the bars are broken

the pain flows free.

I stay alive.

Each scar it holds a story

and a painful memory.

I’ve found a way to transform my hurt

from something I feel to something I see.

Yes, I know this isn’t healthy.

I’m aware that you think it’s insane

but everybody has their vices

and methods of dealing with their pain.

This is the method I have found

it’s the one that works for me.

It’s the only way I’ve ever known

that truly sets me free

of all the thoughts I hold inside,

the things I feel but never say

hoping that if I ignore them

perhaps they’ll go away.

But everyone knows that doesn’t work.

Problems never fix themselves

and so I do the best I can

to free myself from my own hell.