Help

When I lie down for bed,
My legs hurt.
Because they've been cut,
Abused and burnt.

I look really happy!
Because at school I fake a smile.
I keep it all in.
Put my feelings in a pile.

I'm scared to speak out.
Because what am I to say?
I self-harm, want to die,
And throw up every day?

I care what people think.
That's why I feel this way,
But this is my cry for help.
Because I want to stop today.