Fighting

I wonder if I will ever sit and smile and laugh
If I will ever just be normal, have real friends
Will I ever have arms with no cuts on them
Will these things going on in my life ever end

Pictures of people dying and my cuts are in my book
Where I stain the pages with my blood
Obsessive over nothing and drawing graphic pictures
Into my dark arts and poems my pain begins to flood

Scars on my legs words of how I feel
Pain carved into my skin there on me every day
Attempted suicide cutting my stomach
As I try to make my fat and my madness go away

Diary full of promises of revenge and writing in blood
Full of those pictures I love to draw all the time
Pulling at my face trying to get the demons out
They are in me, no one sees them they are controlling my mind