WoRdS

I'm going to write a story, all about me,
I'll write it on my leg, where no one else can see.

I tried to be the best, so maybe someone would see,
inside my heart, instead of the outside of me.

I hear those words echoing, in my mind,
Trying to forget, but peace, I cannot find.

"You're different" I'm told,
Because my heart is turning cold.

Like a zombie I carve,
Like my soul, being starved.

So much hate, pain and sorrow,
It all goes away, at least until tomorrow.

Never thought I'd be addicted, to something like this,
So unreal, like the cold, dark kiss.

Each cut gets easier and easier to do,
releasing the pain, this is true

Behind the shadow of who no one knows,
They think i'm happy, just goes to show...

I try to hide the real me, behind that cheerful mask.
But every time it gets tough, go to this fearful task.

The words go deeper than any cut could,
Get them out of my head, i know i should.

But now the words that scarred me on the inside,
Are now carved on the outside.