It's just something stupid I do
Something that I assume is out of view
Every time I get really depressed
And sometimes when I get a little stressed
I put a little mark on my arm
A mark that represents self-harm
It's nothing permanent it's only a highlighter
But sometimes it does represent my old lighter
However occasionally it's my old scissor
In a way it's kinda like my own armor
To keep me away from something I used to do
But I swear its only two

Dozen

Okay maybe I lied but it's only a few

Hundred

Fine it might be more than that
But there's no reason for us to have a chat
I have a therapist
So you don't have to get ******
I promise I'm still getting better
It's not like I'm using an old dagger

Or a rusty knife

And hey I haven't taken my own life

I swear no matter what I'll be okay
I can keep the depression at bay
Yes I'm still taking my meds
No I'm not going to tell those boneheads
There's no reason my parent's need to know
It's not like they would give a

Oh

You think I'm being shallow

Well that doesn't matter anyway
It's not like you will want to stay
No one does so don't feel bad

Wait

Why are you getting mad

All I said was what I do
Something that was kept out of view