Saturday, October 5, 2013
Scars
Everyone can see them...
One right after the other...
Perfectly aligned on my arms and wrists...
Straight...Deep...Painful cuts...
Reminding myself that I exist...
And how much I wish i didn't...
The razor so sharp and tempting...
Yet forever stained with my blood..
Wincing as I move the blade...
From one edge of my wrist to the other..
Bleeding a stream of black blood...
Releasing my inner anguish...
Replacing my old pain...with new pain...
Adding to my already large collection...
I lay there empty after...
On blood stained sheets....
And a tear drenched pillow...
Hoping my pain will vanish...
Hoping these wounds will heal..
Hoping I...won't wake up...
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