my poemtears of the skin                          flood out of meyet no-one can seethe pain is hidden i think about my freinds and familysalt like water flows down my cheakall is done now, i feel weak              they dont understand their upset thick and red it hits the floori wached it trickle down my armit hurts a lot but i stay calmi feel real through the pain tears of the skin floods out of meyet no-one can see tha pain is hidden