Gallons of tears,
the ending of life.
That's what it means,
to pick up the knife.
ugly scars,
red stains
all reminders
of past pains
ones that don't
just disappear.
ones that sometimes
make you fear.
you can't just
let it all go
nor let the scars
even show
you were happy once
but that was then
this is now and
you can barley mend
I'll lend a hand
if you turn to me
I'll help you see
who to be.
be yourself
everyday
that'll take
the pain away
and if it doesn't
then just be true
in all you say
and all you do.
