Dark Red Lines

We all have that friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the dark red lines

It leaves several scars
And deepens our fears
It lets out our screams
As well as our tears

It gives us relief
We need that sensation
But we keep it a secret
We hate the tempation

Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But we do it anyway
Because we're tired of hurting

Some call us psycho
But we know they're all wrong
They all know what to be
We don't know where we belong

We hide the scars
Under our sleeves
Our loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen

We try to act fine
So no one will know
But sometimes we slip
And the cracks begin to show
 

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