Behind the mask

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain , hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but this ache in my soul rips at my gut.

My skin is on fire I burn from within, the calm on my face is an ongoing sin.

The world must stay out iv built up a wall my fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.

Loneliness consumes me it eats away the years until my life is swallowed by unending fears.

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask and I care enough to remove it.

Is that too much to ask?

Scars

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made when I was so low I cut with a blade to punish my body for being a mess.

Through here is my testament I must confess that seeing these scars left on my arms,legs and chest.

Makes me realise I was in a place of no rest I feel guilty inside for leaving this token now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see that I survived so much trauma and now I am free.

So I ask you now to stand with me and fight to show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad you are still alive and are no longer sad here on my arm lies a mark of survival I got through my hate and beat my self-rival