I hate to make people worry
I cant be judged
infront of this jury
yet if feels good to know they care
as they look
w/ their silent stare
& sometimes they will even ask
"were u beat?"
but i keep my mask
and continue to say
"no" in my
most casual way
Forever they will never know
that i gave
myself this blow
That created this deep bruise
which carries
old, regretful news
or that i used a shiny blade
to make my
intense pain fade
which happened to leave a mark
to remind
me of the vast dark
That continues to haunt my life
causing me
too much more strife
& now its so hard to stop myself
while my life
teeters on a shelf.
