Scars
What if I told you?
What if you see?
What if i show you what my scars mean to me?
They're on my arm, and my legs, hidden away
No one knows that i got them because of the things that you say.
I know that you'd hate me.
If I told you why.
I want to tell you every thing
Like how I cut myself when I just need to cry.
I want a hug.
I need one right now.
Because I made more scars.
But no one should know how.
But i still want to tell you.
I'm going to cry.
Because no one understands the reasoning why.
Why do i make these scars you ask?
Do you know what depression feels like?
It's like an emptiness that just won't pass.
The thoughts just keep spiraling,
Dragging me down.
They're like a weight.
I'm lugging around.
I guess I just want to feel loved.
Instead of torn apart.
And that's why I make them.
Scars.