No one knows
The exact pain I’m in...
Hush little scar don't you spill your blood,
I'm going to buy you a tear flood...
For all those who cut,
I know just how you feel...
Speak to me my precious
But speak without a sound...
This poem was read out in my year assembly once...
I am the person who walked home alone...
Am just wanting to fade away
just to be gone without a trace...
Be the one to catch the tears
For all these years of pain...
As I look at myself with despair,
My arms are cut and bleeding...
Beautiful sadness, you give me pain
you hurt me so much within...
I cant go on,
in this world full of pain...
IF you look at me,
You would be fooled...
*maybe this will be my last poem, I really don't...
You did it again, didn't you...