No words, no noise, no friends, but guts
Revealed by pain from those deep cuts;
Reality show me my path isn't clear;
Each step I take creates new fear.
My heart beats quick, a rapid rage;
But my thoughts are locked in a metal cage;
Sometimes this just all seems unreal,
And I don't know what to say or feel.
I try to was my worries away,
But I face a new one each day.
Though what's on the outside doesn't show what's within,
I don't let people know I'm the "me" under my skin.
So I bottle it up, until one day I crack,
Spit on all this and never look back,
But I am still caught in all my thoughts,
My mind creating all these plots.
Confused, O am willing to give it a try,
I'll just tell myself it's okay to cry.
