The cuts

lead to scars

scars tell stories

which no one

understands

no one

but me ....

Scars

express the hardships

she had to endure

Outsideshe is healed

Insideshe still bleeds

Longing

for someone to bandage her

but nobody cares

I made some art in bed last nite,

With a razor and my leg.

I made some art in bed last night

HATE is what is says.

“The more you hate, the more hate you have inside”

Is what a friend once said,

“The more you hate, the more hate you have inside”

Came back to me last nite in bed.

But what if you can’t control it?

Who you love and who you hate

In fact you can’t control it,Who’s an enemy and who’s a mate.

You have no control over what you feel

And who you feel it for

I had no control over what I felt

And I couldn’t handle it anymore.

My emotional feelings I still can’t control

But my physical ones I can.

The scars on my body are proof of that

And show where my blood once ran.

Where it ran because I’d made it run

When I’d been sitting there all alone

Where it ran because I’d made it run

And for once the pain inflicted was my own.