Marks On My Arm [self harm]

by A Phoenyx in Flight   Mar 6, 2008


The marks on my arm
look like just cats scratches.
People believe they are.
But their not.

They are the result of a girl in pain.
Of a girl who didn't know what else to do.
I cut with a tack. and let the blood
flow down my arm.

I don't know how to stop.
It scares me to no end.
But i just don't know how to stop.
I don't think i can.

I don't know what else to do.
I cant think of any other way.
To stop the pain in my heart.
To make my life drama end.

But no one knows the truth.
No one knows my pain.
If they did they'd think
"Oh she is just overreacting its no big deal."

I wish i had a friend.
Who can see the pain.
Who knows the truth.
So they can take the tack away.

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