Bleeding heart,
Broken in two,
Falling apart,
Only caused by you.

Tell me a lie,
Say you love me,
Sing me a lullaby,
And put me to sleep.

I think I am getting weaker,
My perfect mask is about to fade,
I've held it up all this time,
My emotions have betrayed.

All those scars on her arm,
May be just reminders to you,
But to her, just sweet whispers of a love she knew.

A razorblades kiss:
A carress on the arm leading to danger, grief, memories, and pain..

You may not see my scars, or feel my depression.
You may say it's not real.
But sometimes you can't see the pain someone feels.

What happens when you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?

My scars are memories of the war I fought against myself. And they remind me, I lost..

Is hiding my pain, a cowards way of not giving up?

Fake a smile, fake a laugh, just hide your pain for awhile...No worries.