I’ve faked so many laughs and smiles
Trying to fool those who will see,
That I weaved and spat lies that piles
Lie! The truth doesn’t set one free.
Asking myself what I did wrong
To deserve these scars and bruises,
Oh why can’t I be brave and strong?
I’ve made so many excuses.
I sit on the bedroom floor and
It seems like the room started to spin,
Thin metal on my other hand
Breathe in and let it kiss my skin.
I drew with silver came out red,
Relief runs through my every vein
As I break down, cry tears unshed
Made so much mess it will all stain.
Dry my eyes, pull my sleeves lower
I’m back to the girl all ignores,
Sometimes wish my life is over
And this is me behind closed doors.
Note: This is my entry for the second DDH Challenge.