Why am I here?
I laugh, it’s fake
I smile, not real
My mask is impenetrable
I let people get close to me
They just hurt me
I can trust no one
Maybe a select few
I get picked on every day
Anonymously, and directly
Why do I have scars?
My own way of self harm
Why are my fingers so cut up?
It’s pain to distract me
Distract me from reality
I’m no one
I’m not special
I’m hurting every day
Not even my family can see it
My closest friends have battles of their own
I can’t bother them
I’m alone
No one can help me
Why am I here?
What’s the point of life
If I’m not even enjoying it?
