FicWad

Carving up my skin,
Cut away each sin,
Push the blade in,
To drag out feelings from within.

Am I doing this for my own sake?
Keeping this up with only make,
Me grow more and more fake,
But, I guess this is a risk have to take.

Razor, match, glass shard,
And yet again, another scar,
This lies won’t get me far,
Keeping up this mask is hard.

One day, perhaps, maybe,
I could possibly be free,
So that you could see,
Hopeless, scarred, unchained me.