Scars

The cold metal pressed into my skin was painful enough.

But the screams,

My screams,

Were making my ears bleed.

Did no one hear?

Was I silent?

 

Make the pain leave.

I don't want to feel anymore.

I don't want to cry anymore.

 

The crimson poured from my skin.

I couldn't stop.

It was the only pain I could control.

The only pain that I was prepared for.

 

Scars are on my skin now.

Questions are asked.

Assumptions are made.

Counselors attack.

I just want to be alone.

 

Where else can I go?

 

I try to stop,

Try to smile

But when I'm alone

And by myself

I can't help but want the pain;

To need the pain.

 

Why. 

 

Reviews

[Dennis Shanaberg]

Very well written.
It captures all the emotion strikingly and shows the pain of the speaker.

"Where else can I go?

Is there anyplace where I can

cry?"

Those lines I've definitely felt, and can relate to. I think I may have even written something similar to those before.
A welldone piece. Keep it up

[Marisa!(:]

I reallly like this poem, I get where you are coming from. I've felt like this, this has happened to me. You're a wonderfull writer, with such great talent. I expect for you to keep on writting great work like this one. "Scars are on my skin now. Questions are asked. Assumptions are made. Counselors attack. I just want to be alone." Are my favorite lines that I have felt many times.

[Dillon Cotter]

i like this poem even if we dont know who we are yet in life. Good flow and described well [:
-Will

[JenLyn]

I really like this but I think you could do without the last line; "Who am I now?' but that's up to you, other than that it's great IMO. :)

[Changed to a New Accoun..]

this is such a deep and painful expreeince, i was the same exact way for a long time after i lost my best friend almost 2 yrs ago.. its an intense pain that very few can understand and cutting seems liek the only pain u can control.... amazing job with the poem