I place the scars upon my body...one way or another. <br />Whether it's physically or mentally, all above other. <br />I look down upon the world <br />Thinking that all my life is absurd. <br />The scars I place on my body will never go away. <br />I tell myself I'll stop, but I don't listen to what I say. <br />Some of the things are just programmed into my head. <br />And my body reacts, making these small scars just before bed. <br />There are times I reach and grab what I need, <br />To complete the awful deed. <br />Feeling the blade pierce my skin. <br />And that's when the blood flow slowly starts to begin. <br />Not telling anyone of the scars I make. <br />And just thinking back about it, makes me shake. <br />But still I reach for what I need. <br />I do this, even though I don't want to accomplish this deed. <br />I create this pain for the problems I think I make and do. <br />And even if I don't, I just do it because I think I need to. <br />I just create these scars for any reason. <br />If only I could find out how to stop making these scars, <br />That I make for these reasons.<br /><br />Fernando Alvarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scars-14/
