Scars

All day I sit alone
In a small quiet place
Thinking to myself
And staring into space

There are people all around me
Busy with their lives
They rush around beside me
Blind to all my knives

The walls are devoid of emotion,
The food is cold and stale
My body’s merely in the way
My skin is white and pale

The words of comfort bruise me
And the drugs they give are chains
My limbs become immobilised
As it’s burning through my veins

The pain inside me is torture
And I hate reality
For years I’ve searched the world
For a way I can be free

Until one day I found it
Lying in the draw
And upon my perfect skin
I began to score

The blood red ribbons flowed
And ran across my skin
But with it I exiled
All the hurt and pain within

And as the river gushed
It confirmed life’s deal
That I am just like everyone
That I am just as real

But every time I cut
I found I needed more
Until one day they found me
Collapsed upon the floor

They wrapped my up in bandages
And took away the blades
I now know life worth’s living
But the pearly scars won’t fade.