Different

They say i’m acting different

I read the messages with the color draining from my face

Remembering the blood dripping from my wrists the night before

They say i’m acting different

And i know i haven’t been the same

this thing called life seems like one big game

flashbacks, nightmares, accompanied by anxiety

the fear of each passing night keeps growing up inside of me

They say i’m acting different

I didn’t think it could get this bad

but every day i just feel so sad

i want the thoughts to go away

but they always seem to stay

and everyone says i’m acting different

short sleeves don’t always mean “recovered”

we have legs, stomachs, upper arms

and a lifetime of hiding what you call self harm

we don’t view it like that, we are not in physical pain

so stop treating our wounds, and start healing our brains.

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