The Girl with Scars

My mind is bleeding insanity
a carousel of thoughts
hatred for myself
screaming in the void

The girl with scars
she smiles
and that is what people see.
A happy girl
who wears long sleeves,
they cannot see her mind.

The voices
they are whispering
evil thoughts
into my head.

The girl with scars
is silent
she is a shadow who observes.
No one looks,
twice at her,
they do not hear her screams.

The past
has left its marks on me
the memories
invade.

The girl with scars
puts on a front
so no one sees inside.
They do not see her crumbling,
breaking apart
committing suicide.

My mind is bleeding insanity
a carousel of thoughts
hatred for myself
screaming in the void.