Me.

Nothing left on the outside,
On the inside I'm so full and yet so hiden,
Torn away to what they wanted of me,
A fake smile a laugh they died to see,
But thats just something I cannot be,

Walking through wet grass,
Waiting for someone to hold my open hand,
Shaking, waiting, crying silently through the rain,
A feeling of pain exactly the same,
As last time I hurt, last time I cut away the shame

Digging a grave,
6 feet down into the ground,
Maligned fright forms within,
Within my soul which has turned to sin,
Something I've tried to fight but cannot win,

Getting into my grave,
6 foot deep in the ground,
Lay my diary beside the grave,
So everyone knows why I died, what I still crave,
Everyone thinks I'm not brave,
I tried.

*~* Where Should I Put This Please... And Also Please Take Notice Of This I'm In A Very Bad State Right Now~*~