Scars

The scars on my wrists,
Is the anger held inside.
I had to let it out somehow,
But these I cannot hide.
They represent my fears,
They sometimes go away.
But the memories inside me,
They are here to stay.
They all say donâ??t do it,
Your ruining your life.
You donâ??t even know me,
They just donâ??t realize.
That this is what I do,
I canâ??t stop,
Donâ??t even try.
When I pull my sleeves up,
They all begin to cry.
Now that you know me,
I wish I could just die,
But I know I wouldwoulddo that,
I will just sit and cry.
My feelings just poor out of me,
The truth I canâ??t deny.