Conscience voice

Trust me lord I’ve never vented to anyone,
I talk to myself thinking i talk to you,
I do talk to my close one’s about the scars,
but not about the the knives still stuck in me,
Maybe I am too scared to show my wounds ,
Because I know I’m drowning in the crimson,
But this time I don’t have the strength to rise,
And words won’t heal and actions won’t aid,
I know my destiny’s already been made,
Whether it’s love or pain.