Braille

I want you to read every scares of mine like a blind person. Searching for a story, reading like a braille in my skin Like the pain in my heart I do not want you to see but to understand, Not to fix but to hear, all the pain I want you to know. Read me like a braille, every line in my wrists like a dot, to painful to unseen. Read my wrists like a story waiting to be seen, wanting to be understood. The story you don't have to see, to fully known. I just want to be understood without the my pain as you're judgement, the sorrow of you're tears,you're pain of my pain, to make it about you. I just don't want to drown in this sorrow without getting to tell someone how it feels.