Black Magick

This Black Magick torments me on the outside and within...

I look down at the spot where the pain was, and another scar appears on my skin.

Who is cutting this time? Why do they do it I ask?

Don't they know every time it happens I'm the one to suffer last?

This pain they've wrought upon themselves all ends wrapped up in me,

Yet still they do it and this Black Magick gives me reason to flee...

This Black Magick that casts a spell on my life is one that pulls all the pain of others onto myself.

This Black Magick is a Living Breathing Hell...

I want them all to stop,
yet they see no reason to,

I know you think this is fiction,
but this Black Magick is true.

*I wrote this because when I was reading poems on here, I got a pain in my right arm. When I looked down, there was a scar there that had never been there before. It's creepy, but true. And it hurts!*