Can you see?

Can you see? Can you see what's really happening to me?

I see the scars on your arm, so I'm hoping your different,

I'm hoping you can see,

I what no one else cares to see.

If you do see through,

that would mean the world to me too.

Because I had no clue,

That what the hell I'm going through could be similar to you.

Please try to be patient, I may not be very open at first 

But if you let me get to know you, and you stay with me at my worst.

I may let you in,

And start to tell you my story although it may be hard to begin.

And by then we could be close enough for me to,

finally ask you,

why you cut yourself too.

I'd maybe even start to feel less blue!

But whilst it's all planed out in my head, I take a breath and count to three,

because I realise this would only work if you could be,

inside of my brain and maybe understand truly.

because as I watch you walk by and it finally occurs to me,

You Can't see. Not what's really happening to me.

A/N: Well here is my first poem. This is a kind of introduction to the kind of things I like to write. Tell me what you think, I don't know why but I feel like something's missing.. anyway comment and tell me what you think, or don't, your awesome either way.

Sayonara!

~Dark_Minded0