FicWad

A cold heart, stone heart,
Close together, yet miles apart,
It is this mask that you despise,
You’re hiding behind too many lies,
Yet it’s become a comfort zone,
Can you break it? You pick up a stone,
You throw it hard; it flies through the air,
You watch on in awe, but no one else cares,
When back in your room, you break down in tears,
Not safe here, you're smothered by fears,
So you stitch and you sew to keep your mouth shut,
Then you pick up your blade, make cut after cut,
You stare at your scarred and bloodied wrists,
And you wonder how nobody fucking noticed.