It's not cool
to have a drawing on your skin.
Cutting your skin open
to let the pain go away.
It's not cool
to get your heart broken
Spilling broken hearts
Not with a pencil but with a blade.
Yeah, I'm not okay.
Yeah, I have nothing to say.
But look at my arms and you will see my story.
I cut my way through the problems everyday.
and when I feel wrong , all I see is a blade.
The scars are left being a memory
of what life truly is to me.
I dont understand the thoughts in my mind.
All I know is that they are not kind.
Someone tell me why it's so hard
So hard to have a healthy heart.
Do you think that it was okay
To feel this feeling
inside of me.
Maybe it's too late
I'll be seeing them scars everyday.
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Handwritten Words
PoetryEmotions and feelings that cant really be expressed any other way. Words became songs and poems that dont rhyme. Enjoy.