To Bleed It Out

Sleep deprived eyes and a fake little smile,
I wouldnt mind much if you stayed for a while.

Black baggy sweaters, my hightops and over worn jeans,
Hide carvings of things i wish not to be seen.

Alone and afraid as i sit in scilence,
Of darkness and pain that overwhelm me.

The inside of my sleeves become stained with red,
From red dripping lines, reminders of things you said.

The spirit inside me keeps willing to leave,
But it keeps taunting, willing me to bleed.

Burning hot tears stream down my cheeks,
But scorching those cuts that are in great need.

They soon turn to scars reminders of past times,
That become etched into the black board that is my mind.