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As the tears roll down my cheeks.
They feel warm and washes off my make up.
As the blade tears the soft skin.
My heart beats faster, my chest and back hurt.
My eyes blacken out.
With no where to turn, I struggle.
I feel tired most of the time, not because of sleep, but because I don't know how to save myself.
I smile most of the time.
But behind my smiles are pain.
To write love on my arms is the only love i know.
The confusion that runs through my mind.
The pain that runs through my heart is the worst pain.
To be forgotten, alone is the worst pain.
Not many words come from my mouth.
I'm afraid of reaction.
My depression gets worst.
I become smaller.