You found my Scars

I cut my self to take away the pain,
Scars and memories are all that remain,
I was cutting deeper and deeper as I lied on my bed,
As you walked in my room searching for words to be said,
You looked at the scars on my wrist,
The ones that everyone but you seemed to miss,
You took away my mirrors, razors and knife,
Because you say you love me and your in fear for my life,
You walked out of my room and down the hall,
I shut my door,
And grabbed a tac from my wall,
I sat down on the floor,
Remembering I told you I would cut no more,
I could hear you crying to loud,
That was night I stopped cutting to make you proud.

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