Cuts and Tears?

In the corner of my room,
Every single night
Is where I let out every tear,
And wish everything would be alright

The tears streaming down my face,
Coming down like pouring rain
They hold my secret,
The secret to all my pain

But it's a secret,
So I can't tell a living soul
Because I don't want people to know,
That it was my happiness they stole

I want people to know how I feel,
And try to explain
But they'll all just try to judge me,
So what does telling have to gain

See, telling would be horrible,
It would ruin my life
But if they just looked at my arm
They'd know about the cuts I make with my knife

The cuts show my pain,
Show my fears
They show everything,
I can't show in tears

My heart though tells the most,
It tells my reasons
But every cut I make,
It is my heart that weakens

I want to clear my cheeks,
Of every single tear
And I want to clear my body,
Of every cut and scar that appears

But it is not going to happen
Not to me
Not for my teenage years,Because pain is what I'm supposed to feel,
And happy isn't what I am supposed to be

So i'll continue the cuts
With my knife
And continue my tears,
And continue my wish to end my life