(NOTE: Self harm is never the answer to your problems. Seek out help from a parent or another adult to talk out your problems, don't turn to self harm because your life is valuable no matter how tough life gets.)

Scars,

Scars, scars, and more scars

running up and down

my arms

 

None that you can see

None of them are healed

None of them are skin deep,

but they are oh so real

 

Trembles of the hand

Twitching of the fingers

Bruises under the surface

Oh the damage these scars can do

 

At home at last

HIding in the dark

Not a soul can see you

As you begin to mark

 

Mark up your arms,

Mark up your soul,

Mark up everything and anything

that makes you feel afraid and alone

 

Release all your pain,

You see blood on the carpet,

Laying next to your palm,

You feel the sorrow you've endured

 

No one knows your pain

You know they never will

Only you can see the pain

and only you kow how it feels.

 

No one knows you, 

Only you truly know yourself.

But you want to open your heart,

Open it to someone else.

 

But who can you turn to in a world that's so cold?

Who can you trust to keep your secrets,

those new and old?

The truth is, there is no one.

 

Not even yourself

No one to lean on for shelter or help.

 

This war is your own

BUt you already know this;

Time has taught you well.

 

Again you feel your eyes wander to see what you've done

Nothing has changed

The pain is not gone

 

YOu put down the razor

pick up a shirt and wrap your wrist

to keep away the dirt

 

You hope it heals nicely

and soon goes away, 

but you know this pain that you feel,

will forever stay.