You've been to hell and back, but so have I
You sit there infront of everyone and cry
Every single day, unloading problems onto me
Then you say ''you don't understand, you can't see''
The remarks fall on death's door, I give you advice
''Life is like gambling, and you're rolling the dice''
You don't even listen, then you show me your wrist
You say you cut yourself, so you feel you exist
I accept that, but you're sleeves are up, so all can see
People whisper, and somehow you manage to blame me
No apologies, a mere ''how are you?'' with a small hug
I say ''i'm fine, never been better'' then smile with a little shrug
You flawnt your cuts, just to get some attention
You say you're depressed, but i forgot to mention
''i'm fine'' basically means that i too cut and cry
I sit alone and just tell you lie after lie
There are cuts on my legs, my stomach and arm
Unlike you my life actually revolves around self-harm
I don't tell people, i do not want anyone to know
the amount of time i spend convincing myself not to 'go'
You see, there's a difference between me and you
I struggle on a daily basis with the things you pretend to do
So you go ahead and get all the 'help that you need'
While people with real depression continue to bleed
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