I steady my hand As I pull my skin tight Rig ready, I push in Everything's all right I can breathe slow and easy The world slows to simple pace The numbness returns Summoning a blank face I pull on my hoodie And pull down my sleeve Put away my tools I ready to leave I return to those around me I pretend nothing is wrong They pretend to believe I tell myself this makes sense I'm okay really But in a few more hours I need another bathroom break I take out my tools Ready my rig, pull up my sleeve Steady my hand, The pain leaves.