Savior

A deep sadness lurks in blue eyes.
Years of hurt and rage.
Never voiced, Never guessed.

Years of torment and pain,
Hidden behind a layer of scars,
With the balde being my savior.

Trusts broken, Tears shed.
Yet a permanent smile is put on my face.
The scars, both new and old, are hidden.

The blade being my savior,
Keeps me from losing my mind.
I hide the pain well, no one guessing what I go through.

Each cut brings relief from the pain and suffering,
From the tears I've cried, yet tried to hide.
But Each cut still brands me as it's own.

Each cut, each scab, each scar,
Reminds me of what I've been through.
My balde is my savior, adn my scars are my sheild.