I get anxious when the scars fade.
It's time to hide. Time to evade.
Time now to get out the blade.
Cannot tell.
Can't reveal.
Can't explain just how I feel.
Cutting where the razor lands.
A leg, an arm, back of my hand.
Really doesn't matter, cause they won't understand.
I like it when the blood flows red.
Stains my clothes and stains my bed.
There's something very wrong inside my head.
This I know to be oh so true.
I should feel bad for what I do.
These lines on my skin, that I drew.
But I do it again and I want more.
I fight an ever eternal war.
Within myself I'll even the score.
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wow i relate to this so much....esp with the whole part about scars beginning to fade and i should stop & eternal war you put this in context i never could truly amazing touched me
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Excellent Read
Brilliantly written, close to home for me. Pierced & punctured a part of my heart.
Thank You for the descriptive depth in which you express yourself.
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wow! i know this poem all to well... you wrote it beautifully! it's hits me close to home. great write!
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