Maybe I'm not as sick as you,
Maybe I'm not as bad off as others,
Maybe I can get over my problems.
But the pain is still there,
It still haunts my body,
My every thought and every cell,
No dreams I dream,
My tears I shed are invisible,
I want to disappear.
I know I have my problems,
No matter if they are smaller,
But they hurt me too much.
You tell me not too worry,
But the reverse I seem to do,
I know I need to see someone,
But I don't know what to say.

I'm just sick of the blade,
I can trail across my skin,
The blood, red like roses,
It drips in rhythm to tears.
I cannot let it drop,
To stain the ground,
People would see.
The cuts they heal,
Over time,
But the hurt still stays,
Blends into my life.
Why can't I trust?
I have had enough,
I need to do something,
But I need you to see,
Can't you just tell me?
Tell me It's OK,
That's all I need,
I don't want to leave,
This life I have,
Can get better I no,
But I have to be willing,
To never let go.

By Siobhan
Date: 7/April/2004