Tears

As they stream down my face
One by one
i wonder why god lets them
i think that he is punishing me
for a crime i did not do

But as i cry in my room my mother
walks in and sees me and starts to worry

I say mother please do not worry i will be fine..but as i say this i know its a lie

as she leaves..shutting my door..i take the razor blade from my purse
and i lock my door and blast my music

and i cut..i cut for me..i cut for my tears.. i cut for all those people who i have hurt..and i shouldn't have..but i mostly cuz because it is my escape from this hell.

my mother comes in and i hide my wrist she says she loves me and glad i am her daughter. and i just whisper..only if you new my pain..you wouldn't be smiling