What's Around And What's Found? Poem by Nom Nom Nom

I
- bleed to your existence
- die because of my conscience
- scream from my fears
- drown from my tears
- smile when theres marks on my skin
- feel the pain, as it kicks in
sadly though it only lasts a second
and I try to focus on how it happened
how I died inside and pulled myself to make a line
every time someone asks how I am, I'm sick of saying I'm fine
and when I say the truth, they put me in the mental place
I died, I have no feelings, and I watch my wrists as I trace
I like to trace on my veins, but don't put any force
I don't wanna die, I do it because it's a useless course
I cut across my skin, straight across
and if I'm really bad, I'll go down and keep telling myself the blades the boss
I watch the blood drop
and when I feel faint, I'll stop
but until then I'm refreshing before school
and hid the cuts with gause, and try to act cool
as I am the only one who knows what's under my sleeves
and I'll fool everyone by acting fine, so everyone believes
I fake it, I'll laugh, smile, and joke around
but really I know truely there isn't any of those around

~ Nom ~