coping

I hate the feeling of being vulnerable again. The pain from the inside It's like glass hurting me Cutting me open from the inside With no visual scars or blood Nobody could ever know but because I am sensitive I cannot hide it well Everyone can see through my face That's says I'm good The worst part is they won't do anything Nothing to change it Probably I wouldn't either The only way to cope that I have is To do fun things Forget the pain But if that doesn't work and I get reminded again The only way I have is cutting So you can see my pain The pain I feel on the inside See it on the outside I don't care Because it doesn't hurt I want my pain to not forget and the suffering I had All of those scars stand for a horrible time I don't mind wearing them on my arms It's a reminder that it isn't always like it is now My emotions go up and down. Once they start going down It will get worse and worse Nobody can help me out of it Then the only thing I have the the memory Because I cannot forget the happiness either Even this little bit This little laughter that was real Now it's worth anything