in his arms <br />i lay awake <br />silently crying <br />for the things that are gone <br />the mystified innings <br />of my desire <br />cleaning away the waste <br />being the waste of space i am <br />nobody will want me <br />says my gashes on my leg <br />too many scars for him to handle <br />too many cuts for him to see <br />tears stream down my face <br />like a flowing river <br />only mine to taste <br />sliding my fingers over my scars <br />wondering how i came this far <br />wishing i could just end it all<br /><br />Kayla Jacobs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-59/
