Scars

[bluedevil6]

This is a poem I wrote a couple months ago. I was thinking about cutting but decided to write about it instead of doing it and it did help a bit.

Scars

A dark red stream
trickles down her arm.
The cut stings.
Well, that's part of self-harm.
The knife's blade glints,
in the moonlight.
Her hand shakes,
she tries to fight.
There are so many scars,
too many to count.
Her body begins to shake with fear.
Of happiness? There is no amount.
The knife lowers itself once again.
To slice open her bare skin.

[razorbladesalvation]

sounds like you had a bad day if u need someone to talk to let me no

i liked it though i can connect with this x

[Thunderstorm]

Beautiful. that's how poems should be written

[bluedevil6]

Why, thank you! :)