everyone thinks i'm doing okay "your scars are gone!" they happily say "yeah" i reply with a quiet smile they were gone for a little while
little do you know, i'm actually worse everything that happens to me just hurts i fake a smile and put on a show just so no one has to know
the demons inside me are attacking my mind screaming fights going on and they're far from kind the cuts i make are my only escape releasing me from the words of hate
i know it looks like my scars are gone, but think maybe i've just gotten better at hiding them