I don't share my feelings I don't talk about my pain.
I keep it all inside because that's the safest place
I hide behind a smile to bright
But look into my eyes then you'll see.
Pull up my sleeves then you'll see the cuts.
I worry to much about people who don't even give a crap about me
I care to much about people who say they care but never ask if I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
You call yourself my friend when you can't even see in pushing you away.
I'm pushing you away because I'm tired of caring about you when you could care less if I lived or died.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
ŞiirThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
