When i look
I don't know how to sing these feelings.
When the rain falls,
I only feel more alone.
I search for something
to fill the empty,
but all I find is weight,
heavy and crushing,
so much that my skin can't hold it.
I never thought
I would hurt myself in this way.
The pain inside
feels louder than the blood.
The marks stay with me,
stains I can't wash away.
I try to look into others' eyes.
All I see are mirrors,
my own reflection, cracked,
staring back at me.
I'm tired of bleeding.
I want to feel like I'm here,
really here,
not beneath my skin.
_salomi
