I have a secret, a secret very few know. I hurt myself to help with pain.
I know, sounds silly right?
Hurt yourself to stop hurting, for a moment you feel okay...
But then you're left with the scars, scars that will never heal and never fade. Scars that move your pain from your mind to your body.
What makes something you didn't think could get worse worse is when people see them and ignore it.
You are silently crying out for help with these marks left on your body and your mind, but no one cares and no ones listening...
It's dark and it's lonely. No one is coming to release you from that cage that you formed in your head.
You try and escape using that same iron that hurts you so badly. You're addicted to the color...
Every minute, every second the bars are getting thicker and the key is getting further from reach.
You're trapped.
But how are you expected to escape from yourself when it's so dark, and key is so far out of sight and reach.
You don't.
You don't. Just like your scars that multiply every day that cage isn't going anywhere.
You are trapped in yourself so you make cuts in your skin to try and escape.
The crazy part is sometimes it works and you can see that bright red sun through the cracks in yourself.
But are the scars worth making the bars bigger and is the pain worth the brief moment of light.
I guess we'll never know.
The key got to far, the bars got to thick, the cracks got to deep, and the red devoured the sun.
