I wear bandages to hide broken memories.
I wear clothes to hide ugly scars.
The long sleeves that hide these bandages, are the ones I don't want to part.

The voices in my head are scaring me.
I don't know if anyones watching me.
Its hard to see anyone loving me.
Dammit I can't see anyone reaching for me.

I've always been independent, always never wanted to share.
But right now in this moment, my feelings are forcing me to break.
My feelings are somewhat a mystery, my feelings are not actually there.
When I look inside my mind to find myself.
I notice no-one is there.

I notice how no ones looking for me.
I notice that no ones contacting me.
Why am I always the one reaching out to people?
Why does no-one care?

Why is this world so distrustful?
Why does it harm those I care?
Who am I to judge it though?
When I don't want to care.
What's the point in caring about it?
When is it ever there?
The only thing I hold as my witness.
Is the darkness, the moon and my bed.

The darkness is what consumes me, the darkness is what I spread.
The moon is what I talk to, because I know no one else really cares.
My bed is what I lay on, to sleep, to hide, to bleed.
When I pierce my flesh and blood flows.
I don't attempt to deny it.
I let the substance lazily leave me.
I watch as it trails down.
It then drips onto my bed sheet.
Which is completely red now.

Help me I wish to scream!
Notice me I want to shout!
But all I do is silently,
Bleed until it dries out.
I wonder if I should stop it?
When I really want it to continue.
I keep photographs of this pain on Snapchat.
In the my eyes only so its hidden.

I don't know if you hear me.
I understand if you don't care.
Plot twist twisted my heart till its hollow.
It hurts me because its true.
How can anyone love me?
When my mind is right that no ones here.
And It tells me to die.
Suicide?
No....thats what the living call it.
Me?
I call it FREEDOM.