Why?!?
Why do we fight?
Why do I hide how I really feel inside?
I don’t always say what I want, even though I should,
I kept it inside;
I show it in the cuts I hide
From the people I love, and the hated feelings inside.
Cutting my arms to separate yours from mine.
Anger and hate is what you bring out of me,
The thought of him and all the other bullshit people in my life.
Ripping my skin, yet crying onto yours,
Not asking, but pleading, WHY?!?
