I once knew a girl. <br />Who forever had scars and cuts upon her arms. <br />Hope was insribed. <br />Not in the colour of ink. <br />But in the colours of the scars. <br /> <br />With stitches on her skin. <br />Plus tears in her eyes. <br />And bumpy scars. <br />Filled with hate and shame. <br />For whats she done. <br />But she'll do it again. <br /> <br />She once saw someone. <br />They asked what is that on your arms. <br />Ciggerette burns came the reply. <br />Deep inside the girl was lost. <br /> <br />I once saw myself drowned in tears. <br />Cant understand the purpose of my being. <br />For the cuts and scars. <br />The pain goes so much deeper<br /><br />Amy Kerswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scars-20/
