Remember when your arms were clean?
When society wasn’t so mean?
When you didn’t log into accounts,
And want to log right back out?
Back when you lived in a world full of love,
But got older so push came to shove,
You chose to take the shove,
And tried to solve everything you were sick of.
Chose to create some scars first.
Changing everything about you, just so you could hurt.
Any sweatshirt became your friend,
Hiding the several wounds you couldn’t mend.
But only for so long,
Before someone noticed that you were acting all wrong.
Someone who started asking tons of questions,
Because they’d noticed you’ve given into depression.
She was asking because she cared and had noticed the change,
You hadn’t been like yourself, but instead in disarrange.
When you were confronted,
You just wanted to walk away and hide from it.
But she grabbed your arm,
And your sweatshirt moved, revealing your self harm.
And everything you’d tried so hard to cover,
Rose to the surface, allowing her to discover,
The scars that stood in plain sight,
And how the internet had forced you to hate your life.