everyone thinks i'm doing okay
"your scars are gone!" they happily say
"yeah" i reply with a quiet smile
they were gone for a little while

little do you know, i'm actually worse
everything that happens to me just hurts
i fake a smile and put on a show
just so no one has to know

the demons inside me are attacking my mind
screaming fights going on and they're far from kind
the cuts i make are my only escape
releasing me from the words of hate

i know it looks like my scars are gone, but think
maybe i've just gotten better at hiding them



-k.l.

i want to hold your
l                          
                            a          g      
                                                     u        h
(inside)
my stomach so that the
warmth
would stop me
from clenching my jaw
because i know that if
~ light ~
were a person,
i'd have already met him.

you smile like you've
swallowed the sun.