Paper Scars

These words bleed on paper
Like blood would on my skin
And I feel so relieved
I write like there is no end

The pen is my blade
I don’t need the real thing
This way I don’t cause pain
To my words I cling

People label others “cutters”
Well, I label myself a “writer”
Because if I fall, I get back up
I guess I am a fighter

I don’t need the scars
I can let it all go here
And if I need to release anything
I release it in my tears

I’ve gotten hurt like everyone has
And yet, I feel no shame
Because when I’m down and lonely
I don’t get caught in the cutting game

I know how hard it is to leave
Once you hold the razor in your hand
I’ve heard it from countless people
That nothing goes as planned

The ink stains my paper
Like my problems stain my heart
And like the scars on your skin
My words are a work of art

My insides ache from all the pain
All the memories so wary
And as I reminisce these dreams
My peace I suddenly bury

And the seconds before I pick up the pen
Seem to last a million years
I gasp in pain of all the emotions
And I write through my tears

And the ink mixes with water
And it blends to make itself heard
I realize for a split moment
My heart has been massacred

Broken and beat
Ripped and sewn
Been made tough
By all it has known

My heart aches
But I am satisfied
For I have a way
To get through this life

My writing saves me
From my defeat
And if I should fall
It pulls me to my feet

These words are my mind
Screaming oh so loud
And as I cry out my words
Of myself I become proud

As you view these words
Remember that isn’t all they are
They are my thoughts, my feelings
My worded paper scars.