I look in the mirror
See my past life
The scars so pronounced from the blade of my knife
A single tear drops
From my eye to the floor
What happened to me
I can't take it no more
Why did I start this
Now I can't stop
The blade on my skin
I watch the blood drop
I pull down my sleeve
Ashamed but yet better
I write down my thoughts
In a suicide letter
But then she comes along
The best friend that I know
She saved me from myself
And a new world she did show
Now scars are just scars
And memories just fade
And never again
Will I touch that blade
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Poems From The Lost
PoetryThese are just poems I've written myself. Please don't steal any of them. Enjoy!