A Scar Can Speak A Thousand Words

I've done it for years,
I do it for fun,
You all try to stop me,
but now it's been done.

The pain is the pleasure,
the razor's my friend,
the blood is needed
for me to mend.

A few scars here
and a few more there.
It could've been earlier
when you started to care.

You see, after mom died,
I'd just had enough.
You thought I could do it
but I wasn't so tough.

You saw all this coming,
but decided to wait
till that one day came
that decided my fate.

Well now I'm a cutter,
and I don't want to quit.
I solve my own problems
by starting to slit.

The scars you can't see
are much more worse.
And it may not be long
before I'm in a hearse.

It's sad but it's true,
and this is a fact.
And sometimes I wonder
how mom would react.

I've tried to stop it
in various ways.
But I guess you were wrong
and it's not just a phase.

My wrists and my legs,
my chest and my arms,
They tell you I'm better
by causing me harm.

They tell you to help
while their red tears just cry.
And along with my heart,
my scars want to die.

They ask for forgiveness
in all of my sins.
But these scars made me stronger,
so I always win.

I'm sorry to all
who, by chance, just got hurt.
But maybe before
you could've been more alert.

A wise person learns
from others mistakes.
So please, hide your heart
I don't want it to break.

This is who I am,
I don't like it this way.
But it cannot be changed,
and my scars, they will stay.

Remember my smile
when I'm up above.
And please on my grave,
just place me a dove.

And a thousand words
my scars will speak.
So be strong for me
because I was so weak.

My scars will tell stories,
they'll say my goodbye,
but on the day that i leave,
you'll just ask yourself "Why?"