Why do we hide
When we shouldn't
We show people to get help
But when we do they think
It's for attention
How can anyone get help
If every thinks people only
Do it for attention
You haven't seen the breakdowns
The many sleepless nights
The skipped meals
The lies
I'm fine, I already ate
I'm not hungry,
It funny how people believe them
If you ever wanna be a better
Lier just be depressed
It becomes a natural thing
Lying that is
Sometimes even the hurt
The depressed can be
The most dangerous people
They can make hell feel like home
How dangerous is it
I'm no longer hiding
It's not like anyone will get me help
Why hide it
It's their fault
It's better to stop their kife-like
Words from cutting right
Through you
And just hurt yourself before
They can hurt you
Why do we do it?
For control
For control of the pain
Anyone who freaks about the scars
Tells me to stop
Just stop
Who has ever told
Someone with asthma to just breathe
It's unheard of right
Because having a lessened amount
Of air is a side effect
But yet when people tell
Self-harmers to just stop
They don't realize that
They might as well be saying
Just breathe to an asthmatic
Self-harm is a side effect
Of depression
So many people don't realize that
This is serious people
It's worse than an asthmatic
This is real blood
Who would cut for attention
Oh maybe people think
Self-harm is cool
Everyone is doing it now
It must be a trend
Why is it that everyone says
Drugs are bad they can **** you
But no one says self-harm
Is just as bad
It becomes an addition
So hard to stop
How can everyone ignore it
It's a physical mark
Why is it in our nature to hide
To hide our cry for help
It's too much work
Planning what you have to wear
So no one sees
It's a hassle
How about we just go around
Showing our scars
And having people not be disgusted
Maybe if we showed them off
People wouldn't be so surprised
About them
Wouldn't call them ugly
Wouldn't make us stand out
We could be ourselves
And show the war we are going
Through