All The Answers Are Hidden, But If You Look Hard Enough They Are There.

Today my friends bought up to topic of self harm.
I thought back to last night, and every night before that.
Thought of the red marks on my arms,
on my legs,
on my hips
and on my stomach.
Thought of how they made everything better.
Thought of the blood stains on my singlet an track pants.

As they got deeper into the conversation
I pulled down my sleeves so they covered every inch of my hand
And kept my mouth shut.
Until I heard my name called.
'Shannon, Shannon...... are you ohkay?'
I replied with my normal saying that now came so naturaly to me.
' yea, im fine' slipped off my tongue, an my lips curved up.

They will never know.
Only because they dont even care enough to think,
or even ask, honestly ask if I am fine.
If i cut.
If i need help.