SCARS
Lines decorate my flesh,
Scars of my past
Pain of my present
Know nothing of my future
A memory of a blade,
My wrist bleeding...... calming...... relief I don't know how to reach and recieve without leaving scars. Each breath tightens my chest, making me gasp, making me scream in agony......
Pain radiates throughout my whole body, doubling me over, cluthing my stomach, rubbing my wrists. I start shaking and air completely disappears from my lungs. Panic fills me and a despair so horrible drowns me over and over and over and over and over again.
Scars of past
Pain of my present
Know nothing of my future
Creating more scars to decorate my skin , to hide under long sleeves and fake smiles.
Lines that make me hide
Ugly lines that I don't want - but need
Scars that will always be there
Scars that keep me sane
