Welcome To Hell .6 (Growing up Series)

Thorns

I cut to get rid of the thorns growing in my skin. The sharp edge of a thorn scars people away, I'm scared to let them in. I'm grieving on the inside as my soul becomes black. The only thing keeping my emotions real is the scars left along my broken track.

I may come to you broken, torn apart grieving and lost. But please hold me close and never let me go..  I'm not asking you to fix me..  I just need someone to stay just one person to keep me company. Someone to save me from loosing my sanity.