they say im so beautiful thaey say that im the best; <br />they even look strait in my eyes and tell me all the rest; <br />they tell me everyone notices when i enter the room; <br />but why do i feel invisible like they leave me to my doom; <br />ive never been real happy not deep down inside me; <br />i hide the pain inside my eyes im supprised you dont see; <br />only one persin can see through my eyes like open doors; <br />she used to say that all bad things happened in fours; <br />i used to count them one, two, three, four she wasnt right; <br />at least four things would happen all during the night; <br />i could always feel the pain intensified flowing through my viens; <br />but i couldnt make it go away because in my life pain is the one who reigns; <br />i couldnt make it go i couldnt make it fly; <br />i couldnt make it go away and i just dont know why; <br />the only way to realse the pain is to let the pain inside my vains come out; <br />how could i do it? how could the pain just come out? could i bleed or just shout; <br />shouting isnt enough when youve gone this far like me; <br />who knows my blood who knows we'll see; <br />i tried it once i tried it twice i tried it over and over again; <br />i bled and bled and cried and cried and then; <br />i needed help i knew i did but i was so afraid; <br />my friends tried to help but what do they know there life is made; <br />the whole point is to say that i dont see the things you do; <br />how can i be beautiful with the scars ive made?<br /><br />Melissa Broomhead<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scars-ive-made/
