I am not quite sure hat this is i wrote this about...
I am walking through a maze...

I can't wait
until winter comes...

Every time i see you
i look into your eyes...

These scars on my wrist
i do not like to hide...

Well when i wrote this poem i had just drawn a...
why do i wear this smile...

I know it hurts you
and your pain hurts me...

Everyday
i look at the marks...

I take a tentative step
out into the ice rink...

I inhale deeply
the pressure builds up...

The skin is broken
as the ghosts of yesterday converge on you...

Friday the 13th
is said to be such a bad day...

Each day is new
each new day holds new things...