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To My Blade I Confide

Crimson red drops of blood,
They look & feel like tears,
So that is how I cry.

People say I have a good life,
They say I am smart, pretty, and gifted
But They don't understand or see what is really inside,
And I can not begin to help them.

So I go home and to my blade I confide,
The thing I cannot tell and hide.

Everyday I wake up and say "today is gonna be different, today is gonna be the day I tell them how I really feel."
But instead I just keep it all inside, not able to let them know and let it all go.

I pretend it's all ok,
People ask me if I am ok and what is wrong,
Noting I say, I'm Fine!

But I always go home,
And to my blade I confide.

I know I have to stop, and I promise I will,
I have made many promises and broken them, that is true
I have hurt many people, but I don't mean to.
Until I get the strength to tell people what is really going on and what is wrong...
I'll just go home and to my blade I'll confide.

To My Blade I Confide

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