I wonder
If anyone knows what I been through
Hours alone in my dark room
Getting all these thoughts and ideas in my head
Very angry at the world but too afraid that
Anyone would find out about the scars on my arm
That first were wounds, I did myself harm
Many don't understand, why I hurt myself
Even when I told a close friend
She said, that it was all in my head
And that, I shouldn't pose with things like that
After that, conversation I got more mad
And came to the conclusion I do not regret
What I've done to myself or that I might need help
At the lowest point that I mentally could reach
I met this important person that I had to meet
A light point, something to look forward too
Made me realize that even I am mortal too
For once, I wasn't really alone anymore
Thank you special person, I appreciate you for
your kindness
but nonetheless
blue spots disappear but the scars on my arm don't
and the mental scars will be there till i'm old