Scars

My scars began forming when i was one
My father left and a new life had begun
My mom found a new man
And i had to live with a foreign man

I grew up and life was seen to others as normal
But things started happening that were horrible
The man my mother married grew a liking to me
I was only 7 and no one would believe

It went on for years and years
I had cried so many tears
When i was 7 the second scar took its rightful place
When i was 13 the third scar meant i was a disgrace

When i was 15 the fourth scar came along
I was kicked out by my mom
She didnt believe me and showed me out the door
People from that day on called me a

I thought about so many times its not funny
So when i was 16 the fifth scare came and it was extra runny
The was hard to clean up when it was done
I no longer wanted to run

At 17 my sixth scar showed up
I was thrown out and told good luck
I had no where to go and no one to call
That was when i took the final fall

At 18 i had no longer just wanted the scar
I decided i wanted to drift off far
Its better than in endless pain
So i shoved the razor into my vein

The gushed out for a long time
I thought to myself what a refreshing crime
Soon there was no left to bleed
I closed my eyes and i was finally freed

**i just wrote this one a few mins ago off the top of my head, its not the best but comment please and tell me what u think thanks**