Scratches

I have scratches on my arms Though they don’t go to deep Never enough to cause alarm Just enough pain to reap It’s the cuts in my brain That cause the worry That cause the pain They come about in a hurry Leaving me to weep All alone in silence Never one to speak Dealing with this violence In the dark before sleep I don’t want to cause a problem But these thoughts continue to creep So I sit rather solemn As the voices chant “Just a disappointment” “Why can’t you advance” I should make an appointment But I wouldn’t dare “You’re the reason he’s so awful” Who would really care “You failing is colossal” I start to push away From everyone I know No visits to pay But they just won't let go