Just
a scrape
just a scratch.
''what's that mark?''
''it was just my cat''
just and excuse
just another lie
''what's the bracelets?''
''just fashion, why?''
just a tear
just a scream
''why are you crying?''
''just a bad dream''
but it's not
just a scrape
or a tear
or a lie;
it's just one more
until you die.
I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye
I feel alone here and cold here
Though I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills
inside