Scratches

I was caught 1, 2, 3, times

I lied, I cried, I pleaded Eventually I conceded

But not to cuts but to a scratch

If I said the truth out loud I knew it would last

 

Scratches dont cause white scars

I never knew it would go this far

I'm sick of this stupid Notion

I'm contantly faking my emotion

 

I have to pretend I'm okay

After every single worthless day

My bad thoughts continue to grow

I'm living on time that I barrowed

 

The blade beckons me back home

I sit and cry alone

Not a scratch but a deep cut this time

I know I'll be bleeding for a longtime

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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