Scars on my arms,
Blood on my knife.
All I can do,
To put an end to this strife.
A knife to my skin,
A tear down my cheek.
No word can describe it,
No word, but freak.
Is there a reason?
Is there a means?
To explain why I have
This mutilating disease?
Only one reason,
Only one plea.
To desperately try,
To try and be free.
Never to smile,
Never to cease.
Unless someone can save me,
I'm begging you please.
Scars on my arms,
Blood on my knife.
Its never ok.
Its never alright...
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I can relate to this a lot. Sometimes I feel like a freak. I don't try to hide it but I show my scars like trophies. They are the only things that make me feel alive. If I cut deep and I bleed I know I haven't let go yet.
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loved it
this is a really good poem...i can really relate to the way that you feel.
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This is so true, i cant say i compleatly relate as im not you, but i know the feeling often enough, well done.
Jezz -
tragic, simple, and wonderfully filled with emotion. i can relate to it too :'(. but still an amazing write.
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aww :'( so sad i can relate to this alot
its a really good poem. it flowed really well the rhymings great
keep up the good work!
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i really like this! you're a really good writter!
A knife to my skin,
A tear down my cheek.
No word can describe it,
No word, but freak.
this is such a great verse! i can relate alot1 keep it up!
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nice. i honestly liked it.
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