My Scars.

My Scars are always multiplying each day.

Everyday, I come home to yelling and horrible things.

Im sick of it all.

I just want it to end once and for all.

No one understands any of my feelings.

Why?

Why, do I have to live this way?

I cut my wrists to take away the pain.

It only helps for a little while.

The pain always comes back.

The pain just won't go away,

Everyday, I look at my wrists and then, 

suddenly I remember all of the pain I've felt.

These horrible memories won't leave my mind.

I NEED HELP!

Someone save me, or I'll be hone.

Forever.

And, I won't come back.

I will just cut  my wrists and black my eyes.

Till Someone helps me...</3

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[MusicChickforever<3]

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[Ezekiel Silver]

Nice work on this poem! You did a great job expressing yourself in your work! I think something that could help you with the problems you face in life is one of my poems called "Dying Inside." But that's just a thought. Keep up the good writing!!!