Cuts so deep
I run me through
What am I supposed to do
The enemy of my own creation
This depression is a tireless hell
My greatest secret born in devastation
One many bare but dare not tell
The physical cuts are only skin deep
To those who live this wretched life
A window to the war raging within
Remain on the outside in lonely strife
We lie and put on a face
Unwilling to show the mess below
I know not how to share my case
With the people who love me so
So the battle rages within
The hands cut deep, the memories bleed
And I am alone.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Cuts so deep
I run me through
What am I supposed to do
The enemy of my own creation
This depression is a tireless hell
My greatest secret born in devastation
One many bare but dare not tell
The physical cuts are only skin deep
To those who live this wretched life
A window to the war raging within
Remain on the outside in lonely strife
We lie and put on a face
Unwilling to show the mess below
I know not how to share my case
With the people who love me so
So the battle rages within
The hands cut deep, the memories bleed
And I am alone.
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