Feeling the bumps from the scars
running my hand down the bloody arm
after every time.......trying to hide the
knife
but always seem to find it
and use even more every time
never knowing when to stop
when will it be enough
when will i be able to stop
what would be able to stop me
how would i
why would i
but what i think every time
is why i started
was it because of all the yelling
was it to create mental healing
but i guess it no longer matters
so i clinch my wrist
and say good bye
