This is a poem for no one but me 

because if I don’t write then why even speak 

My mind starts to shatter with every few words

And yet I still whisper my pain and my hurt

I know they dont listen to songs of my past

But I will keep singing as long as I last

I sing of the sadness I had in my youth

I wish that I knew at least some of the truth

A wish on a flower is quite like my heart

They know of the secrets that hide in the dark

We run to our dreams to escape what we’ve seen

But lately my nightmares are all that I see

I drown inside pages to hide from what's real

I’m lost in the sea of the things that I feel

My arms held a painting of words from a knife

But scars soon did heal and so will my heart