PiCtUrE BoOk

My bodies like a picture book
Sadly I made it that way
Permanent words and pictures
Telling stories of my days

My blade was my only true friend
For people just abandoned me
So every night I took my friend
And made a new bloody story

My stories were never fairy tales
They never had a happy end
They were just stories of real life
And how my cold world will never mend

Falling, worthless, pain and hate
Were just some of my many words
I cut so deep, I scream inside
My true feeling cant be heard

I dont want anyone to worry
Especially because of me
So in silence Ill keep writing my book
About all my insecurities