Hidden Life

Leave me shattered
Alone on this floor
Blade in my hand
Staring at the door
Too many memories
The tears and the pain
Blood falling form my wrist
Just like the rain
Friends who walk by
But don't really know
Because these scars on my wrist
I can never show
Inside of me
There are opened wounds and suicidal thoughts
I keep on wondering what will happen
If i ever get caught
Heartbroken and sad
Are the feelings in my heart
They willingly tear and shred
Most of it apart
But my crimson scars
Are here to remind me
That the past is real
Though no one can see
So to you
My life will be forgotten memories and erased cries
Wrapped up in all the s h i t
Including all the lies
And also because these scars
I simply do not show
My hidden life
You may never know.

~Madison Leigh~ May 4th 2005