Tell-tale Scar

Another pain, Another cut
Into this heart of mine
Some words spoken, some not
Destroying my being with time

Another fight, another battle
Another win, lose, draw
More idle words and hateful prattle
Few other heard, few others saw

A mother and a daughter at war
For the breath of life itself
In riches of love these two are poor
Care and Kindness tucked up on a shelf

She watches as the gap between them
Slowly gains more strength
Helpless to stop, or put it to end
Her sanity is resting on the Brink

The Brink of life, with a deadly fall
Where emotions run their course
Where with a soft voice she weakly calls
For help but her throat grows hoarse


She lets go, she is falling down
Down through the abyss of time
Darker than any other Dark
She lands in a bed of crying
Only to awake with a start

She turns on a lamp hoping for light
And it glints off a silver knife
She grabs it, hoping to ward off her fright
It’s blade a tempting false life

Smoothly it cuts, through layers of skin
Right down to her flowing blood
And with relief, it releases it’s sin
She watches as it’s Darkness is shed

There is a noise at the door
And in comes her Love
The man that She must adore
The one angels sent from above

She hides the knife, and covers her arm
Afraid of what he’ll say
She doesn’t want him to see the harm
That she brought on herself that day

He doesn’t see it, she hides it well
And they go on together
But will it scar? Time will tell
She just has to keep her pain smothered

As I lay down my knife, I think of her
She is me, addicted to a life that is hard
And as blood flows, it makes me fear
What if my cut too, leaves a Tell-Tale scar?