Ask Me Now

October 5, 2008
You don't know me--
You don't even try
Never at home
Never ask why
Ask me please
why I do the things I do
Why I keep to my room,
Why I cut my skin through
but you can't ask
because you don't even know
that every single night
I let my blood flow
So, when I disappear
and then you begin to cry,
It will be too late
for you to ask why.

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