My Nightmare of being forgotten

I can feel. . . can you?

I feel alone.

I am in a room full of people

and I feel as though I am by myself

I want to cry out to You

But I forget how I have felt

I want to express what in my heart

I want to tell you wants on my head

my emotions bottle up

and the ties that hold me together, slowly become a mere thread

I wait until my actions can be hidden

I let my pain fade away

I keep the blades out of sight

nothing but healing wounds remain

how long can I fight

my blood remains unseen

the scratches begin to heal

the open cuts become scars

at least I know, I can feel.

but you don't know how i really feel

do you?