This is not a poem just something I need to say
I know some of my friends read my stuff on here
So I just need to tell them that
I’m sorry, you guys changed my life
But there are things you don’t know
Things you’ll never understand
Because what you see is fake
You don’t know the real me
I want to tell you,
I wish there was someone to listen
But I’m scared of what you’ll say and how you’ll react
I mean, how can I possibly be
Hyper and high all the time
I can I never be mad?
There’s only one who has seen
The way I vent my frustration
But she didn’t even see the half of it
I use my one true sport
To help let out my problems
I even slice at my problems
These are the only two reasons
I can cope with this madness
I’m life is spiraling down
Everything’s a mess
My world is just full of pain and hurt
So I go to the extreme
I wish I could tell you guys everything
But sometimes I don’t even understand
People laugh and say I’m suicidal
Cos of my cut here…joke
But you don’t see or don’t notice
My physical scars and pain
Or my emotional hurts and wounds
