The Marks Left On Me

Here I am again
Hiding so they wont see
Locked in my room
With a blade next to me

I pick it up in a hurry
Quick so they wont catch me
Another cut on my skin
This pain I must let free

Another trail of blood
Dripping down my arm
I cant let anyone see me
Doing myself this harm

If they caught me they will yell
And of course they will ask me why
They dont understand that each drop
Is like another tear that I've cried

Each mark that my skin shows
Is another day of pain
Another moment in my life
That I felt like I had nothing to gain

These marks that I choose to hide
Are the cries of my broken soul
The cuts that my shirts hide
Are the only things that make me whole

The only thing that makes me feel
The one thing that lets me breathe
The blood that drips from my skin
The marks left on me

Not my best but I am not done!!! Bare with me...