Scared little girls.

Yes this is a bit of an admission but my profile is anonymous so, um, yeah. Depression rant of sorts as well.

If you looked at me, 

What you see is happy,

Smiling, Laughing, Joking, fun,

But you dont see what I keep hidden.

If you looked again at me,

You would find the symphony,

I drew with the knife,

I don't want to end my life,

But some times I really do,

I can't believe I'm doing this to you,

The criss cross pattern that brought me pain,

The blood that flowed like crimson rain,

If you noticed, if you even cared,

I'll run away if I even dared,

Most of the time I'll smile and lie,

Say it was the cats fault or the tree but not mine,

Some days I think I just want to be saved,

Stopped from going to my ealry grave,

I don't want to die, I wish I wasn't born,

Cause if I died, no-one would mourn,

No tears for silence, No prayers at a grave,

No love for sorrows, for the time I gave.

No-one want to save the hopless,

But I am this, my disorder, my own mess.

Author's Note

What did you think? Too emo? Too Happy? jk xx