I'm fine.

I bleed away my problems
I scratch them all away
My problems drip away from me
And slither down the drain

My problems are dissolved in crimson
My scarlet poison makes them die
A piece of metal shatters them
And through my veins the pieces fly

These scars upon my skin
Tell tales of secret pain
But come and listen to them
Of the truth I'm not ashamed

My problems are hidden from you
I hide them oh so well
What's wrong? I tell you nothing
'Cause you can't save me from this hell






I would like to point out that I am the original author of this poem. I gave permission to an organization called Teen Mania to use my works in some of their books. It has also apparently been included in an informational pamphlet about self-injury. I have since found this poem in many other places on the internet with other people claiming it as their own. This is a piece that I wrote when I was going through a hard time many years ago, and it's very personal, so it disturbed me when I found out that other people were claiming it as their own. I'm flattered that people like it, a little sad that they can apparently relate to it, and I don't have any problems with it being posted, as long as proper credit is given as to where they found it.
I would also like to say that I am at a different point in my life now, and I am a little embarrassed to be affiliated with Teen Mania and their founder, Ron Luce. I am no longer a supporter of that organization, but am still grateful for how they helped me in the past, and I hope that they are using my words in ways that will show light to someone.