the hurt never leaves
the cuts stay on your arm
the pain you cant stand it anymore.
the long sleeves cover the cuts but not the pain
the self hate that i have on me everything wont be the same
the fake smiles that people dont see, they think its real.
no one wants to be alone or feel so much pain and hurt
the blade was there the cuts on your arms are proof that its hard
the feeling that you dont feel loved, the feeling that you feel worthless
the tears run down your cheek as you cut
the blood comes running down your arm.
the feeling that you are lost with no one to help.
i feel this every time, you cry yourself to sleep.
the hurt the pain. and yet i fake that im happy.
