theburningred

Inside is darker than outside could ever be.
You say i'm pretty on the outside, looking at me you could never know the marks that were left behind.
That bed was cold against my skin
lights were blinding me-
the look on my face said it all, she was right and i didn't even tell her.
Why let you look inside me? Will you judge me?
Last night it was dark but you read me. I tell myself to fight it back, hold it back- just another day why can't you see?