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As I step out of the car
I see my mom drive away
I try to forget about our fight
but the pain still stays

I hold back my tears
with all the strength I could find
putting on a smile
acting like im just fine

But as class begins
I become weak once more
so I hide in the bathroom
and lock the door

As I dig in my pocket
what do I find
its a small razor blade
I think I have time

As I watch the blood flow
I clean up my mess
I try to hurry
and get back to my desk

The scars will stay
but the reliefe will pass
I knew good things
could never last