They ask me "are you okay?", I reply with "I'm fine". But I'm not, cause I keep cutting those thin lines. Not any thin lines..the ones on my skin, but I keep those hidden within. Within my hoodie sleeve from my hoodie I wear all the time. If they found those it would feel like a crime, a crime only I have to fix. But I can't...because I end up going back for the se old reason. Because I bottle up my feelings like a damn demon. Then when te hits night I'm at it again. Making mall lines in my skin. Like its paper once again. So if anyone asks me "if I'm okay", no, no I'm not but I will always just say. " I am "okay " -k_poetry