17We don't cut ourselves because it's a habit and we most certainly aren't draining blood for the sake of attention.
So much emotion locked up hurting, burning, it scratches against the tender but there's no way you can let it out.
It's there you can see it.
No one understands, no one cares
Drowning in confusion, wondering what you did to deserve it.
We are different. we are numb
A pain without meaning, invisible demons, no medicine, no hope, breaking our skins label what we feel inside.
It makes sense, to streak the color red where it's visible. now all can see it
Not just you