You try to help, but make it worse
Then I turn around and make it hurt
Mental to physical, just like that
Keep on talking, I'll eventually snap
I lie, I lie, I say I'm fine
I lie, I lie, every time
No one says "Things'll get better"
I find if you cut deep, the blood is redder
I take a knife and cut real deep
If they found out, they would freak
I hide my cuts and scars away
Never to tell... Until one day
I showed a friend and he told
The secret was shared and never got old
I was embarrassed, scared and so afraid
I wasn't sure how to behave
I didn't know what to do
So that's when I turned to you
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to my Reality
Poesía• Everything here is mine • Do not copy and claim as your own - give credit • I apologize in advance and warn you of any cussing • Basically just poems - mostly rhyming • You may find some poetry disturbing - sorry... :/ • Regardless, hope you ta...
