Don't speak. Let me in.

(Faded Heart-}
{2003-04-01} {8:11 a.m.}

[Poem for Lauren]

No one knows my sadness or my pain.
My innocence, or shame.
What I feel when I breathe.
Or what I feel when I scream.
No one knows how much I cry at night.
Or how hard I try to fight.
No one sees my fears or my endless tears.
You don't see me, no one can.
So I try breathing on my own, once again.

Feeling the heavy steel as it scraps my heart.
The metal as it rips me apart.
I drink in the shame and I try not to give in.
As I close my eyes and drift away.
I dream of a happier place.
I imagine 100 deaths, 100 scars.

The beauty of a razor, as I see the color red.
Flowing slowly from my veins
I easily let go of the pain.
Can you see the color red?
Can you see me?
Am I alive? Or dead?

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