My name is Alex
I don't know who you are,
I don't know what you do,
You may be a bright young star,
But I don't know you

I go to school each day
Laugh and joke and smile
Until the act is put away
And I'm alone a little while.

I can't show them me
Because I'm so wrong inside
And sometimes all I want to be
Is the joyful man who died

The scars mar my wrists,
So I cover them with my sleeve
I know that it's a risk,
But the pain will always leave

My mom says I'm her angel;
My dad says I'm the best
They think they know me so well
Because they haven't seen the rest

My boyfriend says I'm special,
My friends all say I'm hot
They think I'm doing so well
When in reality, I'm not

I wake up before dawn
A new razor by my head
And if the blades are gone
I just use fire instead

My name is Alex
I'm just like all of you
But when the night closes in
I don't know what to do

The pain's my constant companion,
The joy a brief surprise
And for all my friends' commitment
All I give them is a lie.

If you know, or have ever known, a victim of self-injury, copy and paste this in your profile. You aren't alone, guys. Others have been through what you're going through, and they're willing to help. If you are a victim of self injury and have the scars to prove it, add your name to the list so the know where to go; Ker0s3ne K1d