Stuck With Scars.

by Briana Smith   Sep 21, 2011


The scars on my wrist
are noticeable too me.
Abit to small for others to see.

Everytime I glance down
my eyes are NEVER pleased.
As the tragedy replays in my
mind,I have too cut..
Just One More Time..

"One more" my mind says
but I believe I deserve more

1,2 I try to do. 3,4 turns too more
5,6 ends up at 12.Too much for one too heal.

I remember a bloody arm
I can't believe it went THAT far.
I hurt myself and killed my heart.AND NOW....?
I'M STUCK WITH SCARS...

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  • 13 years ago

    by Briana Smith

    Thank you (:
    It was a hard peice for me too write,just brought back tough memories..