Sleeves to hide these scars

Pressure is every where I go
Pushing me to my limits
But I mess up over and over
So for that blood is shed over and over

Tinting these silver blades red
Forming streams of scarlet dripping down
Arms legs and chest all scared from the cuts
You wouldn't realize how this makes me feel

Everyone saying it will be ok
I'm tired of your help
I don't want to, I need too
Though you wouldn't understand how it feels

When the drops fall down releasing all the pressure
Tears stream down to show me I have feeling
Trying to hold on to the last piece of hope I have left
Slipping farther and farther down