Some may say your weak
Or worthless
Or even stupid
Just because you cut
But you aren't
You've just been strong
For too long
And you needed an outlet
I know you may think I'm lying
But it's true
This is my outlet
Something I can always relay on
Something that makes me feel
Something that's my secret
I may not cut everyday
But when I do
I'm at my lowest
I can pull on my mask
And say I scrapped my arm
Or I fell into a bush
They always believe it
I could just say I'm tired
They never question it
But watch
Once they notice it
They'll ask why
And I'll tell them why
I'll tell them you weren't there
You didn't care
You didn't see my pleased
All you saw was my mask
My fake smiles
My forced laughs
My cuts don't define me
They define all the times
I was left to fend for myself
The times you weren't there
But don't blame yourself
I chose to
Tear my skin
I chose to
Watch myself bleed
I chose
This because I need an outlet
YOU ARE READING
I'm hurting
PoetryThese are poems from deep inside my mind. I don't want any judgement about these ok. This is just my release from stress, sadness, and loneliness
