The Three Red Scars

There are three red scars on my right wrist
I try my best to hide them, sleeves knotted in a fist
People notice and silently question their redness
For self inflicted wounds are shallow and turn pink
But burns leave a deeper, longer lasting redness
I remember the feeling of doing it without having to think
A lighter bought in secret and a needle used for sewing
Done just as secretly in a dark room with only a single lamp on
Done in a matter of seconds

One...

Two...

Three..

Over and done without anyone ever knowing
And then the surprise at the pain of the next dawn
A new school, who would believe that an honest looking girl would lie?
No one will ever know that I hurt myself three times
No one will ever know the pain I was feeling that night or how I did  cry
No one will know how I chose to pay for my crimes
Who needs a knife when needles come in packs of hundreds and lighters are so cheap?
For what kind of person is willing to take the burning leap?