Skin Deep

Thoughts of mistakes, of failure, of choices, of regret
Thoughts of life, of oblivion, of abandonment, of death

Reactions to the words, the threats, and the abuse
Acts of rebellion that ultimately have no use

So many days of living in the dark
Scared to break out, scared to be a part

Constantly hiding in the shadows of your own fear
Judgements and comments, filling your ears

No one to turn to, and absolutely no where to run
Counting down the days until your life is done

You're scared, you're in pain, yet you're all alone
There is no escape, not even at home

So you shut yourself away, you mourn by yourself
You curse and you scream until you can't say anything else

You ask God why, why am I still alive?
Why am I still here, if no one cares if I survive?

The question is never answered, as if it were given the time
Because you've found your own solution: "Wouldn't if be so much simpler to die?"

But the feel of the razor against your skin
Is nothing compared to the hurt within

And the flow of blood; red and sickly sweet
Isn't near as beautiful as your heart keeping beat

Your voice, your laughter, that smile you would barely show
Are now all just memories, things they used to know

Your family is sobbing, your friends struggle to move on
But you're at peace in heaven, no more pain to be brought on

As the life you left behind continues without your presence
The people you never said goodbye to are more than hesitant

Each day that goes by is just another hardship
And they all blame themselves for the child they dearly miss

For they all become victims in the choice that you made
Your family can't ever be happy, without wondering how you could have been saved

They'll live on forever in the reminiscences of their guilt
Struggling to move past, just watching their own lives wilt

But each day is a new attempt, yet also a new memory to remind:
Beauty is only skin deep until scars are left behind.