I feel so sad.
Feel so confuesed and scared.
All these hidden feelings,
once exposed and I wonder,
has anyone ever cared.
I have so many people that I know and love me,
yet I feel so alone.
So many ways in which I talk.
Yet silence consumes my every being.
I am loved,
yet feel hated..I hate myself.
They say I am so brave and strong.
Yet why do I cry.
Why am I trembling,
and did they not see all the cuts on my wrists.
It's not your fault they say,
but who let all these people hurt me,
but I myself.
I will be fine,
yet its been four years.
Years of hurt and more hurt,
cuts,tears, and sadness.
They say I need help..
I say I need help,
yet I have been crying out all along.
They just dont know.
I dont know anymore.
Confusion has yet, but drowned me.