ScarsA Poem by Laraine DavisThe cold metal pressed into my skin was painful enough. But the screams, my screams, were making my ears bleed. Did no one hear? Was I silent?
Make the pain leave. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to cry anymore.
The red water poured from my skin. I couldn't stop. It was the only pain I could control. The only pain that I was prepared for.
Scars are on my skin now. Questions are asked. Assumptions are made. Counselors attack. I just want to be alone.
Where else can I go? Is there anyplace Where I can cry?
I try to stop Try to smile But when I'm alone And by myself I can't help but want the pain; To need the pain
Who am I?
© 2008 Laraine DavisFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on September 2, 2008 AuthorLaraine DavisAtlanta, GAAboutI'm Laraine and I incredibly love to write. Recently, I managed to write a novel that was to be 50,000 words long in a month. It took a lot of dedication but I completed it with a immense achieved fee.. more..Writing
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