Although my pain is fading I still remained scarred

Because when my feelings were hit they were hit hard

So many empty thoughts and horrid memories

Only one way to let my feelings free

I translated my past into my little black book

So secret that no one will ever take a look

Filled with deception and lies

But in the end the boy in the little black book dies

You will have to peel it from my dead cold hands

Read the writing so you can understand

But by then the blood would have soaked through

Staining every page obstructing your view

Stories of heartbreak of which I wrote

So many pages filled with suicide notes

So many pages so many scripts

No need for a pen I used my split fingertips

Imprinted from left to right

Scored so deep for the purpose of sight

So many drawings of despair

So many emotions I want to share

A contents paged filled with scars and depression

Hate letters filled with aggression

Addressed to all the people who have never cared

Instructions to a broken heart that will never be repaired

An unknown author jots down his feelings

Lays down at night staring at ceiling

Feeling down and out, feeling heartbroken

Theoretical text showing words that should be spoken

The pain hurts so much yet it’s so addictive

Just like the knife which is so inflictive

Causing shallow cuts and bruised skin

Releasing all the emotional pain I hide within

So many hidden tears that make the ink run

The letters fade one by one

Sentences disappearing so only single words can be seen

Blood drops still caught in between

Lines crowded with guilt

From this paragraphs of pain are built

But still when you finally read it I will be dead

Don’t feel regret and think of things you wish you said

Just pick up the book and you will discover