I don't say anything, but they find out by my arms. That's when everyone starts treating me different than before. They can't believe it. They say, "This isn't true! It's all just a dream!" I reply, "No, it's not a dream, but the truth." They say, "This isn't like you! You've ALWAYS been so happy! You've ALWAYS had a smile on your face that's not there!" Then they ask, "Why? Why did you do it?" I reply, "I couldn't handle all the pain that I have locked up inside. It was either this or taking it out on everyone that I love." They look at me, with tears rolling down their cheeks and they say, "We love you! We're gonna help you through this." They thought that they did, but I still feel the pain that's too strong to handle. I can't control myself. I try to chase the urge away, but it keeps on coming back, It eventually takes control of me cuz when I do cut it takes away some of the pain, with dark red blood dripping it's way down my arm.
(Please vote and comment on my poems. It would mean a lot to me if someone did.)
