I could write all day
But you'd still never know
I could talk for hours
But Its more like a show
I've never told anyone
All the truths inside
I probably never will
It's just easier to hide
Every time I trust someone
After they finally convince me
They always let me down
They prove everything I believe
I believe the truth is scary
I believe everyone lies
I believe you can't trust anyone
I believe to solve my problems I should die
I believe cutting is a solution
Till I'm brave enough
I believe suicide is an option
When life is always uncontrollably rough
I believe writing can be an outlet
When you can't have privacy
I believe cuttings easier to hide
When you live like me
I believe you question yourself
As you read what I write
Are you taking this to seriously or not serious enough?
What can you do??? What's right??
Am I making any sense?
Do you believe any of this is true?
Do you see it when you look at me?
Because thats what I see when I look at you?
When you ask to see my arms
When you want to see my writings
You see all of those things
And your mind and heart start fighting
