Written on My Arms

I can see you have that look in your eyes.
I turn my head away so I won't have to speak more lies.
In my heart I know you suspect the truth.
But I can't bring myself to tell you.

I've written all my pain on these arms.
But I'm so afraid you'll see the scars,
White and jagged carved in my flesh.
Each time you glance I hold my breath.

Because I'm so ashamed.
What will happen if you see my pain?
I did this in the middle of the night,
When I wept and longed for someone to hold me tight.
Every secret drop of blood releases the harm.
All this history is written on my arms.

I never wanted to scream aloud.
So I made myself bleed them out.
But now I'm scared you'll catch a glimpse.
That you'll see this.

I've written all my pain on these arms.
But I'm so afraid you'll see the scars,
White and jagged carved in my flesh.
Each time you glance I hold my breath.

Because I'm so ashamed.
What will happen if you see my pain?
I did this in the middle of the night,
When I wept and longed for someone to hold me tight.
Every secret drop of blood releases the harm.
All this history is written on my arms.

It was all I could think of.
When I wanted to end it all because,
It felt like I was drowning in depression.
What will your eyes say if I make my confession?

I've written all my pain on these arms.
But I'm so afraid you'll see the scars,
White and jagged carved in my flesh.
Each time you glance I hold my breath.

Because I'm so ashamed.
What will happen if you see my pain?
I did this in the middle of the night,
When I wept and longed for someone to hold me tight.
Every secret drop of blood releases the harm.
All this history is written on my arms.

If I roll down my sleeves,
What will you think of me?
I'm so afraid,
Of if I let this barrier fade.

I've written all my pain on these arms.
But I'm so afraid you'll see the scars,
White and jagged carved in my flesh.
Each time you glance I hold my breath.

Because I'm so ashamed.
What will happen if you see my pain?
I did this in the middle of the night,
When I wept and longed for someone to hold me tight.
Every secret drop of blood releases the harm.
All this history is written on my arms.

I know it will tear so much apart,
Isn't it safer to keep this in my heart?
And I'm torn in two.
Should I let you see through?
I've carved so many things onto my skin.
What will you think of these words within?