Beautiful ScarsA Poem by tarasovwarning possibly triggering for people who cut. and yes this is about when I used to cut. it has now been 321 days since i last cut :]Cut deep, feel the blood trickling out, one drop at a time. A strange sense of release flowing out with each cut. The evidance of this one dark night forever contained in one Beautiful Scar.
One year later I will still be able to point out the now faded scar and remember the pain I beared to know I could still feel. I still remember the colour of my own blood. The crimson red thatonce flowed from that one Beautiful Scar
Lately I don't have any new scars because I haven't needed them to remind me i can feel. since my feelings of joy and bliss have been running over. end every once in a while I look for a reminder in that one Beautiful Scar
I can still show you the knife that made that scar. sometimes I think I've kept it to prove how strong I am other times I think it's a safety net just in case I go numb and I need One more Beautiful Scar.
© 2009 tarasovAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 29, 2009 AuthortarasovAboutI write poetry and dabble in short stories. I'm 17 and have been writing for as long as i can remember :D i live in a small town in the U.S. i love ART and music; Drama and theater. mostly i love expr.. more..Writing
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