poetry of the confused soul

Cuts

I have cuts and you don't know

They're really there, but they don't show

I hide them on my delicate side

And in a twisted way, they give me pride

I have these thoughts of my soul dying

I'm always fighting, though I might stop trying

My demons take over my clouded mind

And I watch my innocence be left behind

I keep swimming in this ocean of depression

Hoping I'll be saved with succession

You don't seem to care about my well-being

So I try to let go, but my heart keeps disagreeing

So while I wait for my heart to let go

I sit here while my depression grows