Permanant

Another tear I keep away from
With another line across my arm
Yes the scar is there to tell and to share
But What I did does not bring me harm.

A lessoned pain
That helps to forget something greater
I lose thought that I am the victim
And in clarity I become the hater.

Hate is far worse than pain,
I know this well,
But it does not hurt as bad
From this statement of experience I can tell.

Oh sweet release,
Of the silent red tears that flow,
And what would you all say if you witnessed
The emotions on my sleeves that I do not ever show?

Yes, a pain, though the initial feeling is long forgotten
Still reminds me of my desperate act,
The scars bare witness to my despair
and forever will remain intact.