I look at my arm <br />And wonder why <br />These scars look good <br />I want to cry. <br /> <br />I grab the blade <br />And cut my arm. <br />I wince in pain <br />As I self harm. <br /> <br />The blood bursts <br />Out of my skin. <br />Tears threaten to come out <br />But I keep them in. <br /> <br />I let myself bleed <br />I let it all out <br />And finally tears burst. <br />It makes me wanna shout. <br /> <br />Finally blood stops <br />As the wound starts to heal. <br />It fills me with hatred <br />As my mind starts to reel. <br /> <br />Your cruel, harsh words <br />Are all I can hear. <br />I long for the day <br />When you call me ‘dear' <br /> <br />I wish you could know <br />But you're totally unaware <br />Of how much your words hurt. <br />It's like you don't care. <br /> <br />I pull down my long sleeves <br />And my mind starts to roam. <br />Sometimes I wonder <br />Is this my home? <br /> <br />I wipe away my tears <br />When you call my name. <br />You shout in my face <br />It's me who you blame. <br /> <br />You always think it's me <br />So I try to apologise. <br />When I say it's not my fault <br />You say I'm full of lies. <br /> <br />So when the fight ends <br />I go back to my room. <br />I look out the window <br />As all the flowers bloom. <br /> <br />Nobody's life is perfect. <br />I know that for sure. <br />Some moments are great <br />Ones which you want more. <br /> <br />So I pull up my sleeves <br />And sharply slash my wrist. <br />I close my eyes <br />My mind filled with mist.<br /><br />Serena Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scars-of-life-3/
