One real thing about me:tears

Beneath my eyes
i hide all my confessions
my knife is what
takes out my depression

what i feel
is only suffocation
to many people
are making communication

all i need is room
no one really knows who i am
i don't really want anyone to know me
and i don't really want anyone to understand

beneath my smile
and crimson tears
including my marks on my arms
and all my fears

I'm a normal girl
one who makes mistakes
a girl who cry
whose tears aren't really fake

I'm just different
just from all the marks
but what else could i do
every-things torn apart

no one really
does no or believes
why i cover my marks
and why i don't want anyone to see

the one guy i loved
was someone keeping me strong
he told me to be only my self
all along

but i lost him
so i simply changed
i take it out on myself
because I'm the only one to blame

i repeat my self harm
every single day
and when i do it
every thought in mind stays

after I'm done
with the knife
i no exactly why i do it
and why i wanted to end my life

and i no
the beneath my eyes
i have something real
the tears i must always cry

~thanks fro reading it was in mind today at school thought it was alright~

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