Sometimes,
The worst feeling on Earth,
Is all too known.
But, no one else can ever know.
They won't understand
Because there are no bruises on my skin.
And that makes it easy
To believe that it is all in my head.

When you grow up,
Through a blanket of tears,
Always hiding,
Loved ones being your worst fears,
With memories of being hurt and confused,
Suddenly there is a lot more out there to fear.

As a child, always crying myself to sleep.
Today not ever letting out a tear.
Much too weak to always hold it in,
But too used to it to break.

The problem with this is that it's too hard to hate.
If I could I'd be out that door.
Away from here, all alone.
That would be okay with me,
As long as it would never find me.

Watching the one you care the most about,
Cry and sob until they shake.
Scratch marks down their back
And tears down their face.

While you will quickly learn to hurt,
Faster than anything else.
Maybe you will get help.
Unlike me.
But there is so little proof for this.
After all, emotions have no face.