I wish I had an outlet for expression,
Music..
Art..
Dance..
Something..
To immerse myself,
To experience the pleasure of doing something that I love,
Something that makes me happy,
Something..
All I have is this book,
All I have are these sad drawn out words,
It is all I have..
These words that perfectly depict my pain,
How I feel like I am going insane,
How I will never be the same,
I can't talk to people,
They can't help me,
I'm slowly losing my mind,
Every single day..
Every time I feel my sanity slowly slipping away,
Out of my reach,
I quickly grab hold of it again,
Only for my grip to loosen,
Trying again to tighten my grip,
Before I lose all of it,
That's how its always been,
I put up a façade,
I hide behind my smile,
I don't want to cry anymore..
I don't want to hurt myself anymore..
I don't want anymore cuts and bruises..
Self-inflicting..
They leave only scars..
Scars I don't want anymore..
Something's wrong with me,
All I want to be is free.