Why Self-Harm Is Not A Cry For AttentionA Poem by Laura HarrisonI wish I
could peel off my scars and seal them in a manila envelope Then hide it
in the back of my wardrobe, along with all the sleeveless t-shirts that still
have their price tags on Just so I
didn’t have to be reminded of my mistakes every time I look at my arms Do you see
me holding up a poster with “I SELF HARM” written on it? Or holding
out my severed arm to passers-by? I don’t loop
razor blades on a chain and wear them around my neck like a good luck charm My parents brought
me up by the Leviticus quote “You shall not make any cuts on your body…” Now I carry
this secret around with me like a Mormon carries his Bible All year
long, I wear the longest sleeves I can find And still
worry that people can see the lines across my arm through the thick fabric You think I
plaster this smile on my face because I am happy But you
don’t see the desperate, hurt look in my eyes You think I
am writing this poem for attention But I am
probably the only person who will ever see this © 2013 Laura HarrisonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 24, 2013 Last Updated on October 24, 2013 AuthorLaura HarrisonAshton-under-Lyne, Greater Manchester, United KingdomAboutMy name is Laura, I am 25 and I write poetry to understand life. more..Writing
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