Tell me how does it feel?
Watching me fall,
And crash into pieces.
Don't you hurt at all?
Well I know that I do;
Not just in my heart.
The proof's on my wrists,
My own work of art.
See those intricate lines?
Each day I add more.
Red runs down my arms,
Drops fall to the floor.
I look in the mirror
And hate what I see.
Scars on my arms
I know there shouldn't be.
But unlike you
They'll always be here.
Years will go by,
But they'll never disappear.
A contest entry
- Emo/ Death/ Abuse by Violent Glass.
550 points, ended February 13, 2009, 59 entries
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i liked this
i know this feeling
everytime i see my scars
i know they shouldn't be
there, i always know whats its like for the person who caused them leave and to stil have the scars that don't go away
this was great
good job -
great
loved it -
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thnx
ive never really done poetry before so i thot i'd give it a try and see wut people thot about it
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