Like notches on a prisoner's cell wall, <br />On her fair forearm, short cuts stand tall. <br /> <br />Each day in which she loses control over her feelings, <br />Is etched on her arm like fair dealings. <br /> <br />She shared everything with me, <br />Laid her heart in front of me free. <br /> <br />The only thing she hid, <br />Were the cuts under her sleeve. <br /> <br />She knows I know them from arms of her, <br />She thinks the cuts she makes injure only her. <br /> <br />How wrong is she, <br />For, the one she hurts is me <br />. <br />I love her, she knows it too, <br />Over the days, my love for her has only grew. <br /> <br />Each day I try to make her loneliness immune, <br />Each night I know she'll be alone. <br /> <br />I've begged her never to think of cutting herself again, <br />For she is not the only one to feel the pain. <br /> <br />I told her 'one day I'll cut myself too', <br />She held my hands and said 'please don't do'. <br /> <br />What she knows not is my other side, <br />While I look brave, all I have is cowardice inside. <br /> <br />No words can express what I felt as I saw the slits, <br />Away from her arm, near to her wrist. <br /> <br />Only tears could express my feelings but I suppressed them, <br />The ache was expressed a lot later then. <br /> <br />Her arms have cuts now in the form of scars, <br />Looking at all of them I get charred. <br /> <br />I love looking deep into her eyes connecting to her soul, <br />Reaching her soul and making it mine is now my only goal.<br /><br />Isabella Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-only-goal/
