Cuts

You just don’t understand.

The pain

The hurt.

You don’t know the story

behind the tears.

If you do,

you don't understand the true meaning.

 

When you say

“I’m here if you want to talk”

Please don’t tease me

and disappear

when I really need you.

We can’t hold it in

forever

We don’t know how to get answers!

 

A.N.S.W.E.R.S

Anxiety.

Nobody understands.

Stress.

Why can’t you go away.

Expression.

Relationships that sunk.

Sorrow and pain.

 

Thats what we need.

Want.

Grasp for.

Sometimes we think

Is the answer in

The blood?

The blood

that runs down

my arms.

My thighs.

The blood,                                                        

That runs down my body

is so much better than the

hurt

you cause me.

 

My scars?

A memory of

pain

Sorrow.

Hurt.

We say

“Im fine.”

But are we?

We know we shouldn’t

but, somehow we

Hope the answer is in

the blood.

But, is it?


 

Azhley Bran

 

Comments

ChildOfMay30

This is beautiful. I consider this all the time when I consult with not only my friends, but also the ones that I can sense that needs an ear for a moment or more. Many people have their ways of releasing their problems, and seek consultant in people as well as substanses and feelings. I don't see it as a good "friend" to be there for someone, I see it as being a good, loyal, trusting, and caring human being with a heart and mind. 

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