Eyes that see what others,
Conclude is nothing,
Run over the lines,
And question at the source,
Hands that strongly grip,
Hold my wrist in place,
Know that it's not fine,
And tremble with remorse,

Understanding of misery,
Makes you turn your head,
And intensely interrogate,
The thoughts pulling me down,
You once took it too far,
Ended up in the E.R.,
You're not here to rate,
But to investigate my frown,

"Self-infliction" you say,
"I know those are new",
It seems the worlds weight,
Hits you with concern,
I smile like its okay,
And refuse to answer,
Maybe it's too late,
For my injured mind to learn.