My only home

I see knuckles pushing through my jacket,
It doesn't hurt...
only deep inside,
But i can always hide it from the outside,
The marks you leave are only evidence,
of the marks you place inside,

I walk it off while walking to my place,
the place that you hate,
My "happy place" the only place,
thats warm inside my mind,

I sit on the tree,
the only tree that makes my skin feel nice,
I look at the tree and look away,
to see a teardrop in my eye..