Looking beyond the obvious

People can't seem to see
The beauty which lies in me
When they look, all they see is the Pain and frustration
That I have taken out upon myself
But if they seek deeper
They could find who I really am
my scars symbol my weakness...
For i truly am helpless.
Just another soul among them
They are deceived into thinking I'm fine.
But underneath I am breaking,
Being torn apart- rotting away
I need a cure to demolish my eternal sorrow.
They try to give my remedy- drug me up on sanity and happiness
But I still and forever remain
my old and useless self...
I am in dire need of saving.