Secrets..

So i have a secret..
And with every little lie..
Comes more to hide behind.

I Hide that i am happy..
But really its not the truth..
All i ever done
Was cause more harm.

Not just to you..
But to my self too..
Every other night..
It would just be me and the knife..

So yeeah. you've seen the cuts..
I try and cover them up..
But you know that its not the truth.
And that you do it too..

But who am i too blame..
Its because of what you've done.
I've started what once was gone.

At least mine arn't so noticable.
Mine are on my legs.
But you,
Of all people.. Just HAVE to do it on you arm.
Are you seriously that fucking dumb!?
And go around fucking bragging about it..

Not to be rude but could you fucking scream poser any louder!?

Yeaah.. not all the time dose it rhyme.. Actually this poem sucks zebra balls.
=)
So go on with your nasty comments.. I'd love to hear them.