Wraith, shadow, silent blend against the background
unseen until I'm gone
you didn't notice me
you don't see what I do
you believe my lies curling around you

You don't see the red lines of blood and scars
that appear on the fair skin
under my forearms
and stay

You don't see the scars in
various fading stages
white and red stripes
like a barber shop pole
the same origin-
painful decoration

You don't see the marks that came
from hatred in the loud silence of the night
from death in my stomach
undisturbed heaviness
from the numbness I feel
from the air closing in on me

You don't see the marks that came
from trying to tear life out of my arms
from trying to let it all pass by
pass by forever

You don't see those marks that only stopped
when the tip of the razor snapped off
saving me from leaving by a fluke
letting life still run and not spill out of my wrists

You don't see any of that
because either you're blind or
I lie far too well