Scars and Memories

Cutting my ankles to make the pain go away Trying to smile and act like it's all okay Making me feel like a prisoner Innocent and being convicted For sins I did not commit Being held hostage In my own life Trying to hold in all the feelings that I have Unsure about the things I think and do Forcing happiness that's not really there Wishing that all the pain would leave Bottling it all inside Make it go away Make the pain get out of me The bloody cuts that cover my ankles Remind me of the problems I hold Even the scars of cuts that once were there And the memories and feelings of depression Will never leave my mind and body Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 07:27 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1