Decieved

Looming misery, my tormented mind,
lost little child, a blade to find,
to break the skin, centimeters to inches, to bleed is to feel,
numb to the pain, nothing more real.

Scrape the skin make art and masterpeice,
find pleasure in mutilation, melancholy with momentary release,
choking on tears, when forced and bound,
I scream it out, but it is unheard sound.

wounds to fester, then scars to hide,
self harm lies there, not suiside,
behind my braclets, or hidden by sleeves,
pretending with smiles, you'd never know you'd been decieved.