Every single time
When I failed to be better
New scars are created
Leaving marks and blood
You may wonder
Why I got no scars on my wrists
It is because
I cut on somewhere else
Where you can never guess
No one seem to be care
So it shouldn't be a problem
If someday
I die..
Every drip of my blood
Represent myself as a failure
Every tears I held back
Shows the agony I've been hiding
They call me a freak
For the problems I have
They say it's a joke for attention
Oh.. if only they know the truth..
If the day comes
When we're reborn again
I'll try my best
To live a life again
YOU ARE READING
Sheet of Emotions--Poetry
PoesíaMany poems in here and you're welcome to read it. I don't even give a shit if no one reads this, I just need to express my inner self through poetry. It's all about poetry.
