i look at myself in the mirror wondering. <br />wondering what happend to the girl i used to be. <br />wondering why there are scars on my wrist. <br />why i did this to myself. <br />then i think back to when my whole world was crashing down. <br />i seem to realize that these scars are suicide scars. <br />i start to cry to the fact that i will have these scars for a life time. <br />i grab my razor put it up to my wrist. <br />and i start to cut. <br />i start to cut them suicide cuts all over again. <br />i cant stop. <br />but i guess that this will be me forever. <br />makeing them ugly suicide scars.<br /><br />teresa johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-scars/
