Counteracted

Scraping the edge I lay
As I feel the prickles of the knife against my skin
I see my wounds and the scars that lay upon my heart
I let them bleed...there is no use in covering up
Thoughts in the mind go insane
And I'm not able to stop it

Thoughts I want to stop
But can't seem to.....
As I say if I cause myself pain what can it hurt?
I knife slides out of my hands... I grab it
Only to find blood dripping on my hands
Marks are shown from the knife
Dents on my hands...
I sit and stare at it
Surprised at what my eyes are seeing
I start to say something... But get lost inside my mind

I get up but can't move
It seems as though I am dreaming
Like this isn't real
I turn to look
But all I see is black
It covers the whole room
The knife has disappeared
The knife cuts now charcoal
I try to move my hands
As the pain surges through them
Like a electric shock
I gasp

In sight of everything
It dawns on me
I can't escape
I see through my mind
I find my secrets
I try to find peace in it all
But find myself at war

Is this right mistaken? Is this mistaken right?

You can be seen by what you feel. But can you feel by what you seen?

Pages, and pages are written. By every thought, by every feeling, by everything that is seen by eye.

Making it visible to eyes of seen.