Left Unheard

I'm a product of teenage angst,
My minds full of pain and hate.
I cut myself to let it out,
It's the only way I know.
My scars spell out
Pain inner torment.
The marks of a hurting soul.
With each scratch, a story to tell,
How she fell from society's grasp.
I try to disquise it,
I try to tell
Stories and lies;
They work for a time.
I cut and I bleed
Until the inner pain receeds.
The anger and hurt spill out with my blood.
Adrenalin races through my veins,
My nerves are tingling.
With each scar that heals
I do as well.
Too much to say, too little is heard.
The story of my life is left unheard.