Confide

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My arms are itchy - but not the kind of itchy that just scratching can cure

My arms are itchy for that one of a kind, sensational burn

If I could cut, just cut to feel

Maybe just maybe I'd believe that I'm real

Maybe for once, just once, I'd be loved

I can't do it anymore, I've had enough

Trudging through life, with but a single goal

To find that one thing that can make me feel whole

No one knows, no one knows the truth

Not one person, no one but you

I trusted, confided, you promised not to tell

But you told anyways and now I'm in hell

You did this, you know it, you put me here

You were the only thing I had left to fear

I had nothing, nothing, not one thing to lose

Not one thing - all I had was you

And now you're gone, moved on without me

Gone, out of sight, and you left me empty

I cut away the pain and hide all the scars

And hide in shadows and stay in the dark

You taught me one thing, one thing deep inside

You taught me one thing, to no longer confide

I will not trust in anyone, never again, no matter what

I will trust no one, I will just cut

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