Scars

I jump off bridges

I play with knives.

I don't have stitches

but I got scars.

You by my side

was my medication.

Your arms around me

was what held me together.

You call me suicidal

you say that I'm a b***h.

For trying to forget,

for trying to move on.

But baby, I gotta say,

it didn't work for long.

I've written songs,

I've filled up diaries.

But nothing can erase

the memory

of you and me.

It's pretty sick,

what's happening to me.

For awhile I was fine,

for awhile I was okay.

But then you told me about her,

and how fast you threw me away.

My heart pounds

a sad, weak bass

every time I gotta

see your face.

They say time heals,

and it'll be okay.

Then why do I hurt more everyday?

Dear God, please take me away,

kill me cause I'm already dead inside.

Running out of rhymes,

running out of time,

it seems my tears will never dry.

Gotta end this sad story,

gotta do something crazy.

live in the moment

of another fear.

I jump off bridges

I play with knives.

But nothing can stitch up

all these scars.

Author's Note

reviews??

Reviews

[Stabitha]

Coyote is right, this poem would successfully lend itself to music. And that's where the money is.

The scars do fade eventually, by the way.

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of words in this poem. Felt like a song. I like the reason for the scars and the strong statements. No weakness in this outstanding poem.
Coyote