You sit there telling me

You sit there telling me,
it's so much easier to cut,
than deal with the pain inside.
It's so much easier to watch all the hurt drip away,
Than slowly feel it build inside.
It's so much easier to mend a cut, than a brocken heart,
It's so much easier to hide the cuts than the tears,
But hear me now,
I know,
I understand
but the easy way out, doesn't last, you know as well as i, the pain always comes back

not done