*Depressing/ Triggering words following*
As the blood drips down I'm starting to see,
The truly real pain is inside of me.
It runs down my skin and into the rag,
The one stressing most seems to be my dad.
As I get ready for bed the pain comes once more,
Though no one is home, I still shut my door.
The blade from my knife carves a mark in my skin,
And now I find myself in the darkness again.
With nobody near there is nothing to stress,
Yet just like always I put on my best.
Though it's not good enough, I continue to try,
And day after day I ask myself why.
Until I know why I'll continue to see,
The truly dark pain that lurks inside me.