Broken skin and a broken heart,
the world was tearing me apart.
Each time I’d have to memorize,
smile and tell these deceptive lies.
It went too far and I was forced to confess:
I was hurting myself to escape my life’s mess.
It had to end and they made me swear,
telling me the intervention was because they cared.
But now as I watch the blood slowly seep,
I know I made a promise that I couldn’t keep.
I’d come so far but it was just too hard,
this habit I just can’t discard.
Broken skin and a broken heart,
the world is tearing me apart.