Just a cover-up -- by: Thomas R. Louden

Your skin is disguise,

mask for your mind,

blanket for your soul.

Many secrets inside,

and thoughts of suicide

Your heart is broken,

unmendable pieces,

unfindable love.

Breakups and rejection,

caused the connection.

Everyone seems so happy,

you put on a smile,

and start to blend in.

But you're still broken,

with emotions unspoken.

You cut your wrists,

to distract your feelings.

Your skin was split,

but later connected.

While your mind stays infected.

Your friend sees the scars,

and asks if you're alright,

you say that you're fine,

but that's just a lie,

while inside you wish to die.

It's just a cover-up