The scars

The Cuts
Keep getting worse and worse
Deeper and Deeper
Why do i do this to myself?
I cant help it
Its like a gnawing monster inside me
Trying to be fed
With my pain
Anger
And anguish.
No matter how happy i act
Theres always the monster
Trying to climb out
People call it depression
Saying " ill get over it"
"as long as i take my pills"
But what they dont know
Is what it feels like everyday wishing you were dead
And wondering how the world
Would be a better place
Without me here..
I cant help who i am
I put on makeup to cover the tears
A fake smile to hide the pain
Clothes to cover the scars
That keep coming
And coming
Getting
Worse
And
Worse.