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Scarred
Scars that used to be red
Rise up the living dead
make sure your heads intact
prepare for an attack
scars that run so deep
memories you have to keep
have to fight another day
and it will always be this way
scars that are thick and thin
each of a battle you didn’t win
they’re running down my arm
from a moment of self-harm
Scars I live with every day
these ones won’t go away
from the knife and the blade
in your mind they invade
scars hidden and can see
permanently they will be
never hide what’s written in stone
these scars are mine alone.
Rise up the living dead
make sure your heads intact
prepare for an attack
scars that run so deep
memories you have to keep
have to fight another day
and it will always be this way
scars that are thick and thin
each of a battle you didn’t win
they’re running down my arm
from a moment of self-harm
Scars I live with every day
these ones won’t go away
from the knife and the blade
in your mind they invade
scars hidden and can see
permanently they will be
never hide what’s written in stone
these scars are mine alone.
HELP ME
How can’t people see how
Empty I’ve become inside
Losing all my strength
Please come to my side
My heart breaks slowly
Everyone watches, no one sees.
TWLOHA
I will write love on my arms
Over the hate I have inscribed
Through these scars I had made
With each razor blade
I will make peace with my skin
And start over again
This time I will win
No pain I will bear
The past is long gone
The future is bright
My scars will remain
But “Love” is better to write!
Never Enough
Its never enough to take just once.
Its never enough you see,
I’m so hopelessly addicted,
So its never enough for me.
Its never enough you see,
I’m so hopelessly addicted,
So its never enough for me.
I don’t try too hard to stop it,
I pine and ponder for my next fix.
I need, I want, just one more,
Maybe four or five or six.
I pine and ponder for my next fix.
I need, I want, just one more,
Maybe four or five or six.
I feel that I don’t want to beat it,
So why should I even try?
I love this feeling I always get.
I’ll keep at it till I die.
So why should I even try?
I love this feeling I always get.
I’ll keep at it till I die.
You see? It’s never enough.
It’s never enough for me.
I’m just addicted to this,
That’s the ways it just seems to be.
It’s never enough for me.
I’m just addicted to this,
That’s the ways it just seems to be.
But even as you hold me,
On the deadliest sick bed,
On the deadliest sick bed,
I know inside I have to stop,
Its a battle in my head.
Its a battle in my head.
You try to help me beat this,
You try as much as you can,
But please try to realize this,
I can’t take a helping hand.
You try as much as you can,
But please try to realize this,
I can’t take a helping hand.
I must traverse this road alone.
I must be the one to see.
That I have to try hard as I can,
It has to be enough for me.
I must be the one to see.
That I have to try hard as I can,
It has to be enough for me.
And once I finally kick this,
You can return to my side,
I’ll cover old scars and memories,
But not hold them deep inside.
You can return to my side,
I’ll cover old scars and memories,
But not hold them deep inside.
I knew I had to face this.
The day would always come.
I take your help with gratitude,
No matter where it comes from.
The day would always come.
I take your help with gratitude,
No matter where it comes from.
I look back on my past now,
And regret some things I’ve done,
But now all that really matters,
Is that I’ve actually won.
And regret some things I’ve done,
But now all that really matters,
Is that I’ve actually won.
So alone I feel so free now,
Not taken by this wrath,
And gladly I can say how,
I’m walking a different path.
Not taken by this wrath,
And gladly I can say how,
I’m walking a different path.
Cuts
i wanna cut into my flesh
i wanna cut into my soul
i wanna cut as far as it gets
juts so i can fill this deep old hole
i wanna cut to feel alive
i wanna cut to lose my pride
i wanns cut to open the wound
just so i know i haven’t died
i wanna cut my wrists
i wanna cut my hand
i wanna cut my heart out
just to hang it on a rubber band
i wanna cut to live
i wanna cut to die
i just wanna cut myself
and i really don’t know why
I want to find that dear old razor
and dig it in my skin
and later I’ll think of the battle
that I really didn’t win.
but I know I cannot do that
so I’ll put it all away
and know I cannot ever do it
tomorrow or any day.
December 1, 2011 at 2:23 am -
I think your poetry is beautiful. Your website is a great place for someone like me that has been cutting for a very long time. The poetry offers me a place to escape and see that it may not be hopeless.
Thank you