You Don’t Know Me

You say you know me,

But you don't.

Did you know I go to sleep starving because of my own accords?

You say you know me,

But you don't know the days I spend

Wishing I could rip my skin off,

So that someone,

Anyone

Would notice my pain.

They don't know

That I trust too easily,

That I want to end this pain I've been in for years.

How can someone say they love me

When they look at my scars as if they're gifts.

They wish they could have my pains,

But they don't wish for me to get better.

They like having the hurt,

Lonely,

Scarred friend.

You never stop to think

What I might be going through,

And how you might be the cause.