I look into the mirror at a face,

a face that isn’t mine to embrace.

For I exist in the deep parts of the mind.

From the face trying to leave everything behind.

A fragile child with scars to bear.

Scars from a life that hasn’t been fair.

The blade, my friend, is my temporary relief.

From all the pain, it is my belief.

The pain is a distraction from the hurt within.

A futile attempt to numb the torment I am in.

The blood remains a constant reminder,

of the truth I seek to leave behind.

I hope to be free from the trap I am in

and the pain that I carry deep within.

They say the truth shall set you free,

But all I fear is inside me.