Lifes little scrects

Food can be a comfort,
a knife can ease the pains,
a drink can be the answer,
of life's endless strains...

a scar or two,to many,
a body over-sized,
bottles filling up the bins,
all so many lies...

everyday it is the same,
a secret kept un-noticed,
no one there to blame,
death thats at its closest..

are ways are coping are different,
anyone anywhere shall know,
there come a day and place when all,
everything all show..

everyone has a secret,
something that starts the tears,
this is what we deal with,
from countless hurt and fears...