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Questions with no Answers
Why didn't anyone see this happening?
How could they not know?
I hate it that they hurt me,
and that no one ever protected me,
or saved me from there touch.
I hate it all.
The cuts, confusion, sadness, and memories.
I want everything to stop,
and I want it all to go away.
When will I feel safe again,
and laugh without hiding the tears?
When will I be able to handle everything right,
without picking up a razor for comfort.
My mind is nothing but memories, thoughts,
and endless confusion.
Things that just replay,
and haunt me all day.
My arms are covered in scars that I hate to look at,
and im tired of hiding.
Just last night I made a new wound on my leg
Where I knew it would be safely hidden.
I look in the mirror,
and wonder who are you?
I see eyes with dark circles from
restless nights, and constant tears staring back at me.
This side of me, like my cutting is my way out.
It helps.
Where else can I turn,
and feel so soothed.
