engel

I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed u think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain u think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on u Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when u raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If u ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want u to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me.