The way the smiles
Turned to tears.
The way the joy
Was crushed by insecurities and fears.

The way we went from snuggling
To bickering and namecalling.
The way the sparkle in your eye
Started to dim and eventual die.

The way you stopped saying
"I love you so much"
And the way your voice
Speaking in my head was made to hush.

The way everything
Seemed to implode.

Was it my fault?

…and yet this leaves
me guilty, this creation,
lifting and stunning
as my fist has often stunned
the delicate fish that dies
and leaves me as a recompense
a heavy flesh, scale within scale.

A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver piece upon my wrist,
Tears fall down to lips unkissed,
Ignore me and I won't exist,
I'm not the kind to be missed.

She sat alone
Alone at home
Where her screams were silent
And her mind was violent
Her issues were so deep inside
They did eventually eat her alive
A single tear ran down her face
As her heart began to race
She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lied within
This went on for days, months, years
Until she cried her last tears
She decided she had enough
The world as you  knew is just too tough
She put the gun to her head
Congratulations society,
She is dead.

If you haven't noticed the scars on my thighs,
The laughs i've lied,
The way I just don't care,
The treatments of everyones snare,
Then don't you dare come to my grave and cry?

Because you can't love someone you don't know.

You
tell me
that
blades are
dangerous..

But
so are
my
thoughts.

Scars on your soul..
Scars on the skin..
Some are too deep..
Some are within..
Some have a story..
Some are unwritten..
Some you can see..
But some are hidden..