fall like rain
as i cut much deeper
to ease the pain.
the scars on my wrists
dont begin to tell
the story of nights
alone in my cell.
this prison of life
is not my home
i am just a stranger
and im all alone.
i feel like an extra
on the movie screen
just there to use space
just there to be seen.
as this filler person
i have no speaking parts
yet us extras have souls
and us extras have hearts.
and if you ask me
what it is i would say
id tell you nothing
and hope you go away.
because some scars go unnoticed
the ones we want seen
while the ones we inflict
they make us unclean.
so here the beads fall
with the scrape of my blade
but not like the rest
of the marks i have made.
this one is deeper
than i ever dared go
and i know this is one
i will never let show.