My tears are in the blood
The open wounds are my screams for help
But they are hidden, no one can hear them
The smile on my face is the mask I use
My image of perfection covers my troubles.
I long to change so many things
But the only action I take is cutting my arms
The sharp knife digs into my skin of problems
And they are all releived with the pain I caused
But as the cuts start to heal and close up
My emotions hide inside my scars
The marks that show just how weak i am.
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