One person, Two faces.

Sometimes, a person has a face to show the world. But inside? They are broken

Stains of red,
Streaks of blue.
Represent me and you.

The half alive,

the half dead.
And people still say,
"Its just in your head."
But all the fear,

All the doubt.
Of the days left alone,

All alone at home.

Tears staining my face,
And I hide in my room.
Curled up on the floor,

Trying not to add more.
I don't need more scars.
No more cuts,
But later I realize.
I'm out of luck.

Author's Note

Any comments? Questions maybe? Go right ahead and tell me!