So many young depressed children filled with hurt
All clutching their weapons of self destruction tightly
For this is the only way they know how to rid the pain
The pain of everyday life which never leaves
Rows of scars line the body of these poor children
But the world will never see them
These scars must be hidden just like the real person inside them
For if the world knew of the torment they went through
And the ways in which they deal with it
They would be judged, disgusted looks would they recieve
Just adding to the hurt they go through every single day
If they only knew what it felt like to feel so alone
To feel like no one cared, no one loved them
But most of all what it felt like to want to die
Then they would see why these children do it
Unfortunatly I know these feelings all to well
Inside the real me longs to escape
To scream out loud so the world can see the real me
And not the fake person Im forced to be
Please vote/ comment thanks I'd really appreciate it
