How could you know how I feel,
If you cannot see my pain,
To stitch the pain onto my body,
Shows what my words cannot explain.
Sliced wrists,
Deep gashed,
Wounds through which i'll die.
Each painful nightmare, memory,
That thrives within my mind.
I release them,
Not in tears,
But another scar,
A scar that eventually fades with time,
My mind though,
Forever is engraved.
Reoccurring nightmares,
Of the pain I once shed.
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