My Little Secret

You hear the older kids doing it
So you try it too
Too scared to try because you don't want to die yet
You lie

You get told you're going to therapy
You couldn't take it anymore
Go to your room, break it, take the blade out
You stretch your arm out

Don't do your wrist, not until you want to die
Do your arm, over 25 marks
They're going to find out

Roll down that sleeve
Tell no one...