He saw my cuts <br />and thought them ugly. <br />He though them a brand, <br />a curse. <br />And he was right, <br />but only half right. <br />They brand me yes, <br />but really they're beautiful. <br />A day old cut, <br />a red line, surrounded by a pink outline. <br />Beyond that <br />miles of my pure white skin. <br />The skin starting to bead <br />and join together <br />in spots along the cut. <br />And if you look closer, <br />you'll see little black flecks. <br />That's just the outside. <br />If you look beyond, <br />you'll see the names <br />and reasons <br />behind every cut. <br />You'll see the sorrow <br />that filled the person. <br />The overwhelming pain, <br />dissapointment. <br />You name it, <br />you'll probably see it. <br />If you'd only look <br />you would see.<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-only-looked/
