Hidden.

Just one scratch to heal it all
One small scratch can release the pain.
It won't hurt, you won't fall-
into the deadly cycle of this sick game.

The scratch became a cut
Release became a craving.
Now I'm in a rut-
I desperately need saving.

I just need to cage
this beast inside of me.
I want to turn the page
and start over clean.

No one knows about this side-
that I keep locked up tight.
It's becoming harder to hide;
so much harder to fight.

I've kept it hidden
It's stayed in its cage
But I can't keep lying
I'm fucking tired and dying.