My secret life

In my secret life I'm not alone.
Not pushed around nor stepped on.
I'm not weird or crazy, not at all.
They see my scars as part of me.
The ones that are words are mine.
The cuts the marks don't matter.
In time we all have a secret life.
Mine happens to last forever.
I sit in my room wondering why it can't be real.
Then I put the knife to my skin and go back to my friends who are in...
My secret life