Secrets

Another depressing poem

I don't know how to tell you this
But there's a secret that I hold.
Because I have no one around
The darkness really shows
I love the color red
It represents the pain
That I let bleed from me
On that gloomy day
Black is dark and depressing
Which is what I feel right now
I want to make it go away
Possibly by just blacking out
I'm ashamed of all my scars
From when I made myself bleed
I can't make them go away
Becasue the past is the past
Looking toward the future
I see a lot of shit
I don't know how to avoid it
But I know you'll be standing in my way
You can try to fix what you've broken
But it will never be the same.