Under My Sleeves Poem by RyuOh Kenshin

Here I go again,
I'm going to the bathroom, to do what
I usually do when I have a bad day,
I need this pain to erase what had happen
I hide it under my sleeve so no one can see

But sometimes it's more than a bad habit,
Sometimes I do it when nothings wrong,
It'a now my curse ritual that no spell can stop it

But sometimes I try not to do it
but deep inside I want to feel the pain
and see the river of blood running down my arm

I hide it from my parents and from my friends it was
my own hidden secret

I have a disease of being depressed
my soul sings so much sorrow
that sounds like a siren screaming for help
So I let the knife befriend me and let it cut this skin

You should see what's under my sleeve,
villages of scars and cuts that stop continuing to heal
Brown skin now withered away and filled with
dark gashes with only sleeves to hide it