Each cut...is a message. But most can't Decipher They don't understand the constant panic The fear of life and death The pain of smiling when you want to cry The feeling of self Hatred and being unworthy. Useless. A waste of space. Not belonging
They only see what you show them Never trying to get a better look at the picture painted Before their eyes Eve. If they knew they'd just ignore it. Like everyone else do.
Each cut is a symbol Every scratch is a mark All my bruises are reminders
I hate to see them. Clear on my skin Hidden like the emotions Deep with in
I drown in my own regrets Tasting every bit of sorrow Talking with doubt everyday Feeling numb But caged in by A burning fire of rage
I can't explain it I don't want to say To communicate this...with someone other than me I'd rather die
But I don't think you understand yet... The hidden picture All behind the scenes
Maybe look harder.... For the real me
This one is more personal, but i wanted share and see who can relate