When the feeling comes,
Its not what you expected,
Like a MAC truck hit you,
When you weren't looking,
5000 pounds of pressure,
All on your chest,
Its hard to breathe,
You lung feel like lead,
Your heart is racing,
Your insecurities floating,
In your mushy head,
Your arms are tingly,
Legs are weak,
Take a deep breath,
Hold it all inside.

No one can know,
How you really feel inside,
The pills aren't working,
You run and hide,
The wall are closing in,
The room is getting colder,
Your vision is blurring,
Ears are buzzing,
You take the razor blade,
With a sad smile,
A small line of crimson.

The walls start to move,
Your vision is clearer,
Another will help,
You know it will,
So you mark your skin,
With a sad smile,
Breathing is easier,
Your body feel lighter.

You rinse of the blade,
The bleeding stops,
While you take a shower,
A bandage is obvious,
So a bracelet it is,
Or a long sleeved shirt.

But next time,
Your thigh,
Summers almost here,
People get suspicious.
-Bee-