Don’t let anyone who hasn’t walked in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces remember your destined travel to great places.

At least everyone say we shouldn’t race to be first place to not focus on our friends to not follow any trends .

They tell you to clean the mess you have created , but they have never stained the floors with there own blood .

Judged for every mistake and imperfection as they nudge my mind to the tomb , as you wait for it to consume my soul as you watch me fall .

You see society is filled with people that carry two faces , People who are willing to throw you into a grave to dim your light and stop you from being brave .

The scar upon my skin are proof of the battle I faught within my mind . I wish I could rewind to the day I etched the blade across my skin the way I signed the design .

The never ending plaster hopeing to fix the disaster , hiding the gaping wound to escape from the harm that I inflict upon myself , how the urges always win .

Don’t be alarmed !

I’m trying to be calm the way I trace around my palm taking a breath with every stroke , inhaling to ease the drumming of my chest to find a moment of rest .

Can’t you see I’m doing my best .