sadness

its not really a poem...more like a statement just a heads up!

Every tear drop that falls down my face has a reason. Every smile i use to hide my pain has a reason. Evertime i see my wrist im ashamed. Because these scars have to tell me how horrible i am. It show how sad and depressed i have been and some days i feel like i just want to scream. But these scars are with me forever and ever and im stuck with the sadness, tears and fake smiles