Is Dying Your Latest Fashion?

You rub your scars,
you show them off.
To you,it's a fashion
but it ain't enough.

You act depressed,
but you're just fine.
First,you're happy
then,you wanna cry.

I don't get you,
you're hard to understand.
You always loved pretending
your happiness is lost in the sand.

You're just a spoiled brat,
that's just what you are.
You're another idiot,
you won first prize by far.

You wanna see real scars?
Look at my damaged wrists.
They signify my wars,
the ones I had to win.

I try to always smile
and always remain strong.
I try to look alright,
even if everything's wrong.

Understand this,kid.
Self-harm isn't a joke.
It isn't the correct answer
but it felt like it when my self esteem broke.

Is dying your latest fashion?
I don't quite understand.
Isn't it a stupid passion?
To scar your wrists like a band.

Listen up,you poser,
you're just a little brat.
You're just a lie-composer,
you're just like that.

I hope you understood this,
I hope you quit this stupid fight.
Now I have my question,
To you,dying is a fashion,right?
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Thanks to Escape the Fate-Situations for the title of the poem and thanks to Genni,because thanks to our conversation,this poem was created.
Thanks for reading!
-Demon