I See You

I can see your cuts They're all up your arm I see each and every one Your pain and misery reflects off Your torn and bloodstained skin I see each and Every one I can see through your cuts Yet never understand your story I see your life enveloped kn a razor Your lies clearly laying upon your twisted tongue Your arm is a canvas Painting the pain The razor a brush The cuts an unclear story only I can read Yet never truly understand The hidden darkness, is not so hidden I see you.