the lines of my life's story

Give a depressed kid a pencil and he'll write down his pain. Give him a blade and he'll do the same.

I have million problems that I've written on my arm

Stress, depression, paranoia, and anxiety have taken over my skin

Restraining me from exposing the lines of my life's story

With hopes that one day my story will wash away the tear that I hide, I cover my desires with a smile

But until I'm freed from my past that lingers, I'll cover my arms

For they bare the worst parts of my life

The lines of my life's story

b.m.s

Author's Note

I have a few friends that are going through depression and have started cutting themselves. No matter how hard I try, they still do it. This piece is for them and for those of you who are going through the same.