I don't know what to write
How to explain what I feel inside
I don't want to fight
In this battle of my life
I don't want to lie
That I am fine
I don't want to spend another night
With tears in my eyes
I don't want to be fright
When will this subside?
I don't want them to see me in this sight
So I control my sobs
I don't want to feel the stabs
But I still do cuts
I don't feel anything anymore
Is my life still worth living for?
Do you understand me, my friend?
You think it's insane
I'm in pain
Hey I think I'm fading
Slowly dying
YOU ARE READING
Scratches And Scars
Poetryscratches became scars I am strong enough to make it this far "collection of poetry"