My fingers lightly brush the scars,
Faded from long ago.
But move to the fresh cuts,
From the night before.
I thought I wouldn't do it anymore,
That this would be the end.
No more hiding my arms,
No more bleeding red lines.
I used methods of all kinds,
But only my will cured me.
Now left with these white marks,
Each another reminder of the past.
Though every time I think it'll be my last,
Sooner or later my wrists are stained red,
My beating heart bleeding out on the floor,
As more memories are created with a knife.
New cuts demonstrating my internal strife.
As more misery is laid upon me.
Another lesson that is learned,
That life teaches the hard way.
The darkness will always stay,
It marks my once flawless skin.
Digging it's claws in deep,
And it's not letting go.
I think of them whenever I feel low,
The feeling of the razor on my skin.
Though these cuts will eventually fade,
The scars on my heart will always remain.
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To Infinity & Beyond
PoetryA collection of my poems. I usually write dark poetry, but you never know what you can find in here. To Infinity & Beyond. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © *Unedited and a Work in Progress
