I know I self harm
And I know it's not the best

But hey what can I say when I'm depressed

It feels like the world is putting me through a test that makes you have to be dressed a certain way so that no one notices your scars

I hide under a fake smile because the real one has been gone for quite awhile
And the laugh I laugh every day is just another part of the game I play
The game of deception
And lost connection to the real world that I have been hurled away from
So now I truly don't know what I will become