Every single day,
Im trying to think of ways
To end that helpless feeling you have everyday,
I find a way,
To put a smile of your face,
But everytime I look closely
I can see that every inch of you is torn.
Physically,
The "scratches" on your wrists
From the lovely blade of the cats nails,
That you don't even have.
In anyway,
You feel the hate of everyone's presence
And all that you can say is the killer word,
"Okay"
But in a single day,
does that word even take place in your world?
So hatefully,
You push away yourself and people from your world,
Because simply,
You're afraid,
Afraid that someone can simply hate you,
As much as you hate yourself.