You see my pain, and hear my tears, and yet you still act like everything's fine. What will it take for you to notice me?

Ruined

Silent words are falling down my cheeks, bloody screams are on my wrist.

Ruined

The way you make me feel cuts me up just like my blade does.

Ruined

It's not a cry for attention, it's a cry for help.

I'd kill myself just to make you happy.

Every scream, is a breath I didn't take
Every scar, is a suicide I forgot to make.

Any good?

Look at the knife. Look how I die for you.

Ruined

And so she swallowed her regret
And pulled the trigger.

With all the mistakes that I've made, I'm surprised that life hasn't gave up on me.

*by me*

Sure, you see my scars, but that doesn't mean you understand the pain that put them there.

-From a poem I'm writing