Faces

eyes wide open gazing 

tryin to see what they see

the brusies, the marks. 

only scars i feel 

I think im beautiful i feel 

but hear the voices 

those eyes followed by words 

 confined to my own thoughts

those voices cut away at the scars 

i feel it 

for once i feel it 

those words cut me 

open the world to what i feel 

i say i finely feel it 

the sound of voices fade 

nothin gbut silence

the face stares back at 

only it was too late 

the blade has cut