Looking for the scarsA Poem by Beatrice Marsgoing for the painI wasn't going for the blood
I was just looking for the scars,
I wasn't going for the scabs
I was just looking for the scars,
I wasn't looking for the pain
I was just looking for the scars
But now I got them all
(Pink puckered skin
dripping with blood)
and I seem to want more
(My nails are poised before my skin
ready to break it)
But I stop my self
(slap my hand flat)
Because you'll
notice.
Although
You didn't before
and I don't think
I can help myself
(Never was any good for anyone)
I'm going for the scars
Tears run down my cold face
as I tug my shirt off
my fingers are curled,
poised like
claws
(ready for the kill)
over a place you won't see
and I'm going for the scars
not looking for the blood,
I'm going for the scars
not looking for the scabs,
I'm going for the scars
and looking for the pain,
not going for the scars.
© 2008 Beatrice Mars |
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1 Review Added on October 29, 2008 Last Updated on December 28, 2008 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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