Silent Screams

I always thought you loved me,
but I guess I was wrong.
You were always my best memory,
letting you go is harder then I thought.

You used to always hold my hand,
and wipe away my tears.
But now you act as if I'm gone,
as if I was never here.

I guess I wasn't everything,
that you had me to believe I was.
Because you actually had me believing,
that this was true love.

So I will paint a pretty picture now,
but it has a wicked twist.
A knife as my brush,
I will paint it on my wrist.

So read this and remember,
nothing is as it seems.
Though my lips say that I am smiling,
These scars voice my silent screams!