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I find my self a lost child,

i act so strong,

i shut people out,

i know its not good for me,

but i cant help it,

i act so strong but yet,

i'm really weak,

people see my scars,

but they never see the outside scars,

from my cuts,

no one really knows just how bad im hurting,

no one cares,

i cry my self to sleep almost every night,

i wish i could just cry out for help,

but instead i keep it to myself,

i think i'm worthless,

because thats what i was told,

i was told it from the time i was 9,

well now i believe it,

and i cant stop thinking it,

if only there was away,

just one way to tell,

to tell my little secret,

i feel its my fault,

im so ashamed,

im so confused,

i dont know what to do,

all i can do is let it kill me,

and i think it will be to late,

before i decide to tell.