SCARRED WITH STRIPES

by Never URs   Feb 9, 2007


I love the feeling of the knife,
as it glides through my skin.
Down my wrist,
then comes up again.

It replaces the pain,
away from my heart.
To somewhere else,
that won't let it go.

All of the scars,
just live there awhile.
Upon my flesh,
while I'm in denial.

People ask me what happened,
I lie to them back.
I slipped or fell,
or just had a crack.

But my body is scarred,
they'll be there forever.
My naked image,
is as clear as a fever.

The small fine lines,
they cover my body.
And because they're there,
pushes me into hiding.

I can't be seen,
by the public eye.
It terrifies me,
beyond the light.

I'm trying to stop the cutting,
I really am.
It's harder than it looks,
but I promise I am.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jaded Serenity

    Hey, i understand what your going through, it is not easy and for people who don't cut, will never understand, you got a friend here.
    stay strong,
    Julia Jade

  • 17 years ago

    by Malle

    Sad but true ..
    You are very tallentet .. (:

  • 17 years ago

    by Kendall

    Nearly all my poems have something to do with cutting.. most of it is discreet but its there. i know how you feel ive tried to stop too but... its my heroin i guess i go crazy without my cuts :X. keep it up

    ps thanks for the comment and sorry it took so long to reply :D

  • 17 years ago

    by SomeonesAngel

    Stay strong you can do it.

    And thankyou for your kind comment on my own poetry sorry its taken so long to reply. -x- And yes tis all true hehe.

  • 17 years ago

    by Sweet As Sugar

    Awww .. but ur a great writer ! keep on writing!

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