One day you start,
screaming for attention,
wanting people to see,
wanting people to worry,
wanting people to know.

The next day you go on,
dying in happyness,
finding an answer,
finding a way to let it out,
finding a pain killer.

The day after you can't stop,
feeling as if it was right,
thinking it was okay,
thinking you were fine,
thinking you're under control.

The next day you try to hide,
knowing you're doing something wrong,
trying to keep it to yourself,
trying to let no person find out,
trying to be nothing but you.

Then comes the day you get caught,
being ashamed and frightened,
you tell you were okay,
you tell you don't need help,
you tell you didn't know.

In the very end you have to quit,
trying to get out of there,
you make yourself stop,
you make yourself fall,
you make yourself another you.