Here I go again, <br />I'm going to the bathroom, to do what <br />I usually do when I have a bad day, <br />I need this pain to erase what had happen <br />I hide it under my sleeve so no one can see <br /> <br />But sometimes it's more than a bad habit, <br />Sometimes I do it when nothings wrong, <br />It'a now my curse ritual that no spell can stop it <br /> <br />But sometimes I try not to do it <br />but deep inside I want to feel the pain <br />and see the river of blood running down my arm <br /> <br />I hide it from my parents and from my friends it was <br />my own hidden secret <br /> <br /> I have a disease of being depressed <br />my soul sings so much sorrow <br />that sounds like a siren screaming for help <br />So I let the knife befriend me and let it cut this skin <br /> <br />You should see what's under my sleeve, <br />villages of scars and cuts that stop continuing to heal <br />Brown skin now withered away and filled with <br />dark gashes with only sleeves to hide it<br /><br />RyuOh Kenshin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-my-sleeves/
