They will ask if you're okay

Tell you not to put yourself in pain

Check up on you everyday

Not knowing they're the reason as to why you're in vain

They told you you were beautiful

Checked your wrists everyday

Now you knew you had to be careful

Make sure you cut a different way

They would check your wrists but not your thighs

Now you could finally be at peace

When they asked questions you were forced to come up with lies

You would have to wear shorts that at least covered up your knees

One day you decided to hand them the blade

"Make the cut, I promise it'll be okay" is what you said

Later you laughed at the scars that they had made

They would probably take less than an hour to fade

It's still funny how they don't know that they're the reason why.

*Dedicated to those who made me feel this way. Those kids at school and on my bus you know who you are!*

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