The Girl With Scars on Her Face

Sitting in her closet
With nothing but a small candle for light
That is where you'll find her
Her "safe haven" for the night

A flicker of flame
Dances gracefully off the walls
And illuminates the sharp tears
One by one they fall

Cutting deep into her flesh
Like thin razorblades they slice
Each one leaving behind a trail
Of stories not so nice

Her eyes begin to burn
As this acid runs down her face
Scarring her once beautiful features
With memories distaste

She clutches tightly to her bear, and asks,
As they sear down her cheeks,
"Why am I doing this?"
"Why am I so weak?"

The rain eventually soothes her
Falling in tune with her tears
She can feel her wounds healing now
And one by one they disappear

She curls up in the corner
Temporarily forgetting her sorrow
And closes her eyes for the night
Until she awakes tomorrow