These scars that line my face tell a story
A story of the horror I have seen
The tears that have fallen
The cries that have escaped
The memories I try to bury
And the thoughts I wish I could erase
I just want to crawl into a hole
And wish that everything was okay
That the world wasn't crashing down on me
Why do I have self control
Because all I want to do is die
But instead I cut my flesh
Burn until I feel numb
Drink until I can't see straight
Smoke until my lungs burn
Cry until I fall asleep
Keep it all bottled up until I heal
And start it all over again

~July 15, 2012~