Random feelings

The hurt never ceases to exist
the pain won't go away
I have a bad habit
the bad habit of cutting

I never rhyme but i share
everything
I cry a lot
and cut a lot
and lie a lot too

I don't want to hurt anyone I love
So i hide everything
I put on a fake smile
and laugh
But its all fake
Inside i am frowning
bearing everything

I smile and say
I am OK when really I am not
the stupid mask
I hide behind it each and every day

I am alone
thats all i think as i take my blade
The crimson flood runs down my arm

I cry
is this it?
each and every cut going
deeper
and deeper

I am not scared of death
but rather living

its hard when the only family
you have hates you
trust me I would know

the tears they are so quiet
and no one knows that I am crying
they don't believe I know how
to cry
no one even cares if they do know I cry

I am lonely and no one is there
i am crying
scared and helpless
nothing is left for me here