Carving Out Your Diary With A Blade

I just walked through the door, going to lock it
A blade in my pocket
In my heart I hold so much pain
Pain I can't use words 2 explain

A diary isn't a very good way
Because some1 might just read it one day
Read your deepest darkest feelings
Those feelings are just not meant 4 sharing

But there's something else I call a diary
U don't need a pen, just something sharp nd pointy
U don't need paper, u need skin and blood
Carving lines on Ur skin, pouring out blood

Feeling the pain, and the sting
Letting it all out, that's the thing
After your done, there are scars
Only u can read those scars

Those scars u made out of pain
Pain u couldn't use words 2 explain
The world can try 2 read them
But no 1 will ever no how 2 read them

Because in the end, they're yours
U carved them with pain that was yours
U felt the sting with each n every slit
And there was secrets lying deep within each drop of blood from each n every slit

I learned 2 carve out my diary
After I felt like walking away
From all the pain
That was much too hard to explain