I walk around
Clueless of my surroundings
People stare at me as I pass by

What are they looking at?
My tear stained face?
My weak, slouched body?
My scars?

I want to feel numb
I don't want to feel the pain anymore

Each mark on my body represents
My weakness
My sadness
My pain

I don't want to be known as the "girl who cuts"
I done being called "damaged" or "psychotic"

I can't suck it up
I can't stop being a child
I can't control myself

I want to have control
But I can't

I hide behind my words and a fake smile

My voice is mellow and calm
My false smile succeeds to hide everything
Make it seem like everything is perfect
But it can only do that for so long before it cracks and reveals whats underneath