My war

As life starts to overtake me,
and I start to lose control,
my mind and body aches
the hurt starts to drain my soul.

I like to think I'm happy
and that everything is just fine,
a world of fake emotions
will fade away through time.

and so I begin to wonder,
if you'll ever begin to see,
that although this is a convincing smile.
It just isn't me.

Knives are plunging through my heart,
my stomach continues to turn,
glass shards flow through my blood,
and the darkness in my soul, still burns.

And though my act is convincing,
I do just wish you'd see,
the scars that cover my wrists
is who I have come to be.

A girl hidden behind some lines,
that run deeper then the skin,
they cut my deep inside,
they're cutting me from within.

I don't know why, or what
has led me to this pain,
but I have learnt to deal with it
time and time again.

And so like a soldier,
I continue to go on,
wondering when this war will stop
and whether I'll find where I belong.