Not Creepy, Just.. Different

Its All A Bunch Of Lies

The whispering voices give me ease,

Take away my reality's pain please.

2 months enduring my own personal hell.

My wrists are itching, can you tell?

I crave the stinging pain of my blade.

Mental agony for blood, I trade.

Little red lines never bothered me.

My long black sleeves make them too hard to see.

Ive already got 10, 50, 104.

Whats another dozen more?

Another night of easy rest.

Im sorry I always fail the test.

Im surrounded by friends, but they dont hear.

My cries are too strangled by shame and fear.

I sit quietly in my misery.

My smile the ultimate trickery.

Little razor, back into your small box.

The one with the secrets under a hundred locks.

Crawl into bed, tears running down my cheeks.

My wrists wrapped by my special techniques.

Pain fades, but doesnt ever leave.

No matter how long you beg and plead.

Whisper to yourself sweet, quiet things.

Ignore the thousand agonizing stings.

"The little red lines will fade away.

Just as the moon into another day.

Youll make it through this, just you wait"

I whisper till I take the bait.

Its all a lie, I know this myself.

But it helps to put my mind on the shelf.

Just one night I sleep well.

But the next morning, im back in hell.

A/N: Ya ya I know. I actually updated. Sorry to say this, but dont get used to it. My entire day has been hell for me. Im snapping again and I cant stop it. My friends cant help me anymore. They might try if I actually tell them, but it never does help lately. Ya, im flattered by the compliments, saying im beautiful and shit like that, but I just feel like people lie to me.

Its scary. My dad told me it scares him that my immediate instinct in any situation is to lie. I thought maybe he figured it out. Nope. He thought grounding me from everything helps.

Wrong.