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I tighten my coat around me,
Covering my bruises and scars.
Hiding them from the world,
And from myself.
The leaves crunch below my bare feet,
Stabbing them enough to make them bleed slightly.
I ignore thhe pain for now,
And for always.
You never cared whether or not I hurt,
So why should I care?
I would have to cut my wrists a million times
Just for a simple glance.
Everyone says I have problems,
Could it be the disease inside me?
Could it be my many battle wounds?
Could it be that I'm just me?
Am I a problem?
You throw me against the stairs,
Just because you know it gives you a window to never see me again.
I am a problem, aren't I?
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