I give the same smile day after day
But my mask is starting to crack, and it will soon fade
Then you will see my true self
Not covered by these acts and this play
These costumes everyday
You will see that I'm a mess
I'm a junkie for cuts, blood, and scars,
And you will soon see this addiction has taken me so very far
Scars all up and down my pale arms
But that's just what you can see,
Think about what you can not
Thighs covered in fresh cuts
Bandaged up,
So that if they break open
I won't know if they've bled much
When I unwrap the bandage and peel off the band aids
And see that neither one has given me much aid
Because the blood keeps flowing
And I'm feeling dizzy now
If only someone would like to help as much I need it now
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
A Collection Of Rhymes
ŞiirPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
