Scars

These scars will stay forever.

Covering my wrists.

For everyone to see;

They're quite hard to miss.

I feel the shame for every line,

The lines that represent pain.

That's how I thought I could escape-

This dangerous, emotional game.

I hurt inside

And feels only pain.

I grab the blade,

And cut away.

Then when I'm done, I look around,

My blood is spattered on the ground.

I wipe it up and clean my skin,

knowing well, the danger I'm in.

These scars will stay forever,

Staying on display.

For all to see...

For all to judge...

I'll just look away...