The Blade

A new scar for every time you hurt me.
A new mark for everyone to see.
Maybe if you would stop ripping
me apart I would start living
And all i wanted was your love
But now i want you to stop
I know yu never accepted me
But atleast dont destroy me
Im completely tired of harming myself
Your words hurt more than the blade with which i scared my skin.
Yes the blade on the shelf
The blade you thought i used for homework.
You should have seen it coming.
Its been days, weeks, months.
But you wer too busy telling me hw imperfect i am.
Well then its time to take out the trash.
Good riddence of bad rubbish.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and powerful thoughts in the poem.
"A new scar for every time you hurt me.
A new mark for everyone to see.
Maybe if you would stop ripping
me apart I would start living "
The above lines could stand alone. I like the positive ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote