Scarred

You're scarred for life,

You feel insane.

It's just a joke.

It's just a game.

But when the line is crossed,

It's not funny anymore.

There's no joy

So you try to ignore.

But it's not possible.

No matter how hard you try.

It changes your life,

It makes you cry.

This shouldn't be happening.

This isn't right.

Is it rlly even over,

When you go to sleep at night?

Author's Note

Any title ideas? or other opinions about the poem?

Reviews

[oddeviant]

hmm, maybe just,
"when the line is crossed"
"there's no joy"

[oddeviant]

There's no joy in it.
That "it" for me stops the flow, read the last word from each line. They have a certain flow to them with the possible exception of possible. ;)
Good work though.