The Scars You Have

Sit, stare, blink. Sit, stare, think. Sit and think? Think about the world? No, think about your past. Those cuts caused by you, have healed at last. You stare at the scars that have accumulated over time. And you think to yourself, the choice, was all mine. The pain you have endured is written Forever, In your skin. People ask, "How do you do it?" You're taken over by the sadness within. And you resort to making marks in your skin. You can't explain why it feels so right. As you grip that piece of metal in your hand so tight. Why do you enjoy the pain that you cause? It can't be explained. You sit and cry. Every time you blink tears fall from your eyes. Each time that thin blade slides across your skin. You feel another pain within Because Dark thoughts fill your head, And you think. You are better off dead. Ever time you use that blade. You know your life hangs by a small string, and you feel your happiness begin to fade. All you want is someone to understand you. Someone that knows what you have been through. Not just a friend But someone who is there for you, for days on end. Does that person exist? You begin to lose hope, as the days pass you by. Those scars you have hidden under your shirt, make you lose hope on happiness, and you feel a stab to your heart. Who would love someone with scars all over their body? The answer that comes to your mind is, Nobody. You want to believe otherwise but. your mind and heart are set on that answer. You feel those tears well up in your eyes. And the next thing you know another part of you dies. And you feel that blood flow.