I often look across my skin
for a cut or bruise,
a scratch paper thin,
just for a glimpse,
of the pain within.
Everyone's scars seem laid bare,
others helping them with care,
the pain I feel
seems all but real,
cause no one reaches,
no one tries,
to see the hurt
behind my eyes.
I always feel like my internal turmoil is just my delusions,
and that I'm just fine and I'm only acting stupid.. I tried so ******* this poem T.T Also give me tag ideas, im still pretty new here idk what to put...
Edit: *** how did this go viral I’m so happy :D