My escape

A shouting voice,
a closing door,
painful words,
yeah it all does hurt.

a neverending argument,
violent confrontations,
the sound of smashing objects,
when will it all end?

i lock myself in my room,and turn to my escape,
the feeling of it slicing through my wrist,
brings a seance of numbness to my body
and i ignore all other disturbances.

as i wipe away the blood,
so too i erase the pain,
deep down i know it Hans`t gone
and the scars on my wrist remain.

they can`t be erased,
just like my past,
but as i hide from the rest of the world
so too i hide my past,and my emotions
being happy for everyone else besides me.