Memories

I look at the scars,
And remember why I caused myself so much pain,
As I remember I start to cry,
The memories are too much.

I looked to my left,
There is nothing, no one.
I look to my right,
And there the blade lies.

As the blade guides across my skin,
I think of your smile.

A tear rolls down my cheek,
And a smile comes over me,
As I remember your personality.

But I continue to cut.
And repeatedly cut.
Deeper and deeper into my skin.

As I look down at what I've done,
I feel dizzy,
My forearm is covered in blood,
The blade drenched in my pain.

I cut once more as I remember when you left,
And I remember no more.