She pulls at the ends of her sleeves

whenever they slide above her wrist.

She can't let the sleeves move,

if they do everyone would know her secret.

Her secret that's written on her arms

by an ivy metal blade.

But somehow the slow, steady cut, always felt warm

it always made her feel alive.

She peaks out from behind the curtain of her hair,

she feels like everyone is staring at her.

Waiting for her to finally break

Waiting for her to awaken from this nightmare.

In reality they don't care what she does.

She's too blind to see.

Voices echo in her head, screaming at her to give up.

But she ignores the words, like everyone ignores her.

She's going to keep doing what she does

because the sting of the blade hurts less,

less than the pain she goes through everyday.

The secret that no one knows.

Until the right day comes

her secret stays safely hidden.

Beneath her sleeves, behind her eyes,

covered by a fake smile.

Can you help her?...♥