My cuts and Scars

by cant sleep   Feb 6, 2005



My cuts and scars,

They don't understand

My cuts and scars,

They ask why I do it,

They ask why I did it

They dont understand

My cuts and scars

Are for them

They caused them,

They made me do it

It was like their hand was there

Helping me make my pieces of art on my arms

Then, they wonder why I did it

They don't understand.

Nor will they ever.

They just don't understand

My cuts and scars

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  • 19 years ago

    by Pianist

    Too often people do not realize what they have caused. I wrote many poems about the same thing this one is about. It is very good! Good work nancy!

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