30 days

30 days without cutting,
30 days without pain.
30 day without cutting,
Will surely drive me insane.

I promised I wouldn't
For 30 days and 30 nights
I know deep inside
You're just trying to do whats right

But its simply impossible
To do what you ask.
Its like telling me
To take off my happy mask

You just don't understand
What lies behind my eyes
Tears of pain, memories,
And mostly good-byes

Its so hard to explain
Whats happened in my years.
Day after day of pain,
Night after night of tears.

Beaten by my drunken father
Neglected by my high mother
Taken away from my family
Including my sisters and brother

Its been over 3 years.
Meeting my real family
Is among my many fears.
3 years, of just wanting to be free

You asked for 30 days
Without using my knife.
I'll try just for you,
The only one I care about
In my life.

-I wrote this for my friend.. I intertwined our stories.. so part of its her story, part of its mine. yeah. i dont know..