The pains i feel
i do not keep inside
i show them on my arms
with tears in my eyes
with the blade in my hand
and the pain in my heart
i spill my blood
i spill my soul
i show my hurt
but hide it under my sleeve
i hide my heart
while my heart bleeds
the reason i cut I'm not sure why
i always ponder it with tears in my eyes
is it because the pain you have caused
or is it the hatred i feel each time i look in the mirror?
i ponder my life as the blade goes thought
i think about the love which never came
the person i needed the most who ran away
the person i see in the mirror is this the person i hate?
why do i feel this pain?
why do i bleed with the hate of the world?
why do i show my hurt in such a self destructive way?
maybe I'll know some day
but today both my heart and my arms bare the same scares.
