Scars

New scars form each day.
They'll never disappear.
I hide the razor blade away
Knowing you'll soon be here.

I hide my wrists,
and force a smile.
You'll only be here,
for a short little while.

You ask me what's wrong.
I say nothing, I'm fine.
You'll never know,
this little secret of mine.

That minute you leave,
I pick up the blade.
More scars on my wrists,
will soon be made.