The lines that ran across my wrist
Are beginning to fade...
I thought that cutting
Didn't mean that much to me,
But i was wrong.
I miss the cuts, the bright red lines
To me it isn't strange,
I think that cutting's fine.
The scars are fading,
You can barely tell
That I was in such pain inside
That I could carve these bloody lines
To save me from my hell.
I miss the scars,
Signs of my pain,
Passages to salvation,
Each one a memory...
Faded.
Author notes
I've been thinking about my old scars lately, but haven't cut.
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This is a great poem and I am glad you have stopped cutting. But I know that the scars are still in your heart and may take a life time to heal keep up the fight.Thanks for the great comments to my poem we all need the support Ricky.
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good on you for staying strong
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Scars are quite captivating aren't they. I'm glad you've managed to stop cutting. I'm getting there. I haven't quite quit because some part of me doesn't want me to stop.
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It is probably really weird, but this made me cry...scars fading away is so sad... Just out of curiosity, did you stop because you wanted to or because someone made you?... Anyway it's a really awesome poem and emotions really got through...even if they weren't really supposed to!
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yea well your lucky. i stopped for awhile but .... latley i started again. its not as bad as it was, but its still not good. wish i knew how you did it. good write
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I'm glad to hear that you aren't returning back to your old ways. Despite the fact that you are a complete stranger, I wish you never began doing that, but it's comforting to know you've ceased those actions. On to the poem, I thought your thoughts were transferred well into words and you make the reader stand in your shoes for a little while. Good write.
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