It Is Only As Awful As The Worst Part.

It's as I recover, the real pain begins.

The Worst Part.

It was not the pain.

I felt very little, for my mind was elsewhere.

And it is not the want to do it again.

I have, through tortuous thought.

Scared myself from the want.

No, the worse part.

It occurs as I pass by mirrors.

When people ask me about my marks.

The worst part is the shame in knowing.

I was weak, I was a hypocrite.

I made these ugly marks.

The worse part.

Is knowing what I did.

I'd give the world to forget.

Reviews

[Princepessa]

amazing. you have written so much feeling into this poem. i read it and loved it. you r very good!