Scars:Part 2

These scratches
Have become scars
you see them crawling up my arms
the blood is know dry
and the black tears I no longer cry

as my pain seeps deeper in
these scratches are now turning red
as thoughts of suicide flow through my head
OH! How I wish I was dead!!

as my sores scab over
thoughts of worthlessness
run through my head
to me, I Love You, has never been said!

as I look a these newly placed scars
Thoughts of dreadedness sit in my mind
cause these scratches are now added
to the many scars that will forever cause me pain!!

Yet again not my best..but im pround of this poem as well..Please comment