Submissions by Shygirl

Just a look brings tears.
Tears bring pain.
Pain cause heartache.
Heartache brings depression.
Depression leads to wants.
Wants are for a blade.
Blades bring blood.
Blood pours out of cuts.
Cuts leave scars.
Scar that will never disappear from my skin.

I'm afraid to let them in because I'll get hurt.
I'm scared to show them my true self because they'll judge me.
I'm afraid to show my scars because of all the looks of disgust I get.
I'm scared of feeling pain of heartbreak because I'm loved no longer.
I'm ashamed to admit my feelings in fear of them being used against me.
I find that the background is were I belong.
I acknowledge that loneliness is my only friend.
I'm forced to face the reality that love is only for those worthy of it.
And I am not one of the worthy people.
    

I hide behind clothes to cover up the scars.  
I act normal so they don't look my way.
I hide behind closed doors to quiet my cries.
I associate with no one so they can't see my pain.  
I hide my tears in a blade to let loose the pain.
I show no emotion in front of them.  
The words cutter,freak,weirdo,loser
Are engraved in my mind.
I hide my fears so they can't use them against me.  
The problem is that I hide so much.
I don't know how to bring light into the darkness.