I’m a book hidden with secrets
I am often misinterpreted as something I am not
and people miss the things that are real
I have no place in this world
I want to look away from the pain
I want it to be over
I’m living on sinking sand
with every move I sink in further and further
I want it to be over
I want it to go away
I want a lot of things
None of them will ever happen
I lost everything
I want people to see me for the real me
I say I’m a *****
I am
On the outside
on the inside I regret every **** word I say
I am dying slowly
each day I die a little more
One day I will die
Each scar has a story
I would tell them but each are interpreted in the wrong way
Cutter
people call me that
I try to tell them why but that just makes things worse
Is it over yet
no
the answer is no
This battle will never over
I’m sinking deeper
I am a lot of things
I am
I am