My Fading Scars...

My fading scars,
Drawn up my arm
They test and tease me
Oh so hard to ease me
Ease me of pain,
so much dignity i have to regain
My pale white skin
Shimmering with blood.
Some cuts like rain
Some cuts like a flood
Kiss away my past
and thats where it will stay
Hold me close,
Don't let me get away.
The locking bathroom,
Where i go to play,
A friendly razor is all i have to say...
Hiding the scars and
smiling when they reopen
Is quite insane i gotta say.
Playing with my razor
always ends up this way.
Laying in the tub as my life flows out...
No trying to run nothing to do
till i pass out...
The tunnel and the light comes into view...
Then i see....I see you...
You pick me up and run to the car...
You race to the E.R.
I wake a few hours from then...
I see you there...
Reading a book
You face cover by your hair.
When you look up tears streak that beautiful face.
You hold up a black book
a little white rose marking the place.
My book...my journal...my life in his hands.
The entry of a mad woman
the entry when he left...
I knew this was my fault...
i didn't burn it when i had the chance.
But now were over again months from then...
My journal ash on my lawn out back,
I gave him no more chances,
Barley gave the guy time to react.
My fault as was all the others.
Only best friends not their all like brothers...
Will i regain my will to love?
Will i learn how to look to another for help?
I donno... but I'm willing to find out.

((totally off the top of my head...it has meaning I'm sure ...somewhere...))