My Past

Sometimes i find myself crying for no reason at all, but then i remember my past each more with every tear that falls

my past that no one knows just like these tears i cry and to this day i continue to wonder why,

why did i ever pick up that knife and make those slits, was there nothing left to live for was death all i missed?

why did i cry every night till it was too blurry to see, was it cause they never saw past my fake smile cause they never saw me?

why did i have to wrap myself in blood cause no one held me in their arms, did being all alone cause me to self harm?

why did these voices get to me one day? they told me it was okay and to just cut you away.

why did i listen to the lies they said? maybe they're right I'm not OK in the head

i look at my reflection mascara running from my eyes, still the only questions in my head all begin with why

I wipe away my blackened tears as i hear a voice behind my door, Oh no the voices are back but i wont listen anymore!

I wont pick up my knife cause i threw it away I'm trying to leave my past behind from my new life i wont stray

sometimes i find myself crying for no reason at all but then i remember my past and i cant seem to stop the tears that fall.

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shattered and broken