Scars

by jessica   Mar 1, 2005


A watch on my arm
so that no one can see
how the pain inside
caused me to bleed

nothing can hide them
they'll always be there
the marks from my past
are what i can no longer bare

just staring at them
makes me want to do it once more
but I've done it so much
my wrists are getting sore

The desire keeps growing
no longer wanting to part from the blade
that caused my life
to suddenly fade

letting go is the hardest part
cause addiction flows from the moment you start
after i cut, its easier to do
cause its the only thing i'll turn too

but now i realize
how it took my life away
why the scars have to haunt me
each and every day

***Yea, I did used to cut, and as good as it felt to have something hurt more than the pain, i shouldn't have done it. these scars are here to tell me something, and you too, don't get caught in this, theres always something else you can turn to when it comes to even going to a counselor, just don't get caught in what i got caught in.****

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  • 19 years ago

    by Bleeding_Red_Fallen_Angel

    This poem is so good. It's so awesome how you could get through something like that. Quitting the habit. Great job. Thanks for the comment. >3jess