Secret Story – a poem about self-harm

Each scar told a story,
A story untold,
A story that took
Quite a time to unfold.
And a story that took
Pulsing pain to relieve.
A story, if told,
That would not be believed.
The tale of a young girl
Well known for her lies,
And a respectable man
And his button down flies.
A story the young girl
Could not understand
Though she tried to make sense
With the blade in her hand.
A story secreted,
With blood and with pain
A story repeated
Again
And again.