Hidden Scars

Mother you saw my scar, and i promised you,
I would never do it again,
Though I have promised many people,
But I lied, it still happens all the time,
So that secret I must also hide,
Lucky you only saw one of many,
And then you asked me why,
I lied, and said it was something to remember him by,
Then one day everything went wrong,
You found out I was suicidal,
I'm surprised I got away with it for that long,
But you didn't check for scars,
I just had to see a stupid doctor,
It's all my therapists fault,
I never told her my friend did,
She had I right to be worried but it made things worse,
My therapist was very worried about the state I was in,
She even gave me her cell number in case anything went wrong,
Ha-ha like I would call you, you stupid mole,
Now as things have returned to normal,
It's back to doing it secretly, the weirdest part is,
No one saw my scars which I am thankful for,
Otherwise I would probably be locked up in a loony bin,
My so called friends are the only ones, who have seen them,
They made me show them; every day they would check my arms,
And underneath my wrist bands lay, all my painful scars,
I laugh and say, it's not like they care anyway.