This... Is My Life

When people read this,
They will all be able to see,
To see everything I feel,
They will finally see the real me.

Everything I feel,
Is bleeding out of me,
The sharp pain as I write,
Everything that no-one see's.

I'm bleeding onto the pages,
I'm feeling the release,
The pain is still there,
But at least it's at ease.

I can't stop these feelings,
These feelings of doubt,
These feelings of shame,
The shame that i'm letting out.

I'm letting it all out,
Because I'm tired of feeling this way,
Feeling this pain,
Everynight and every day.

No-one can help me,
I need to do this on my own,
It's so hard to do,
I feel so alone.

So alone that I sit and weep,
I have so many people around me,
Who just can't see it,
They're too blind to see.

My words are my blood,
My pen is my knife,
My heart is my weakness,
This... Is my life.