Scars

I don’t know why I do this to myself.

Sad, angry, lonely.

That’s when I do it most.

Scars line my arms.

 

But you haven’t seen my heart.

Other people cut me there;

More than you can ever imagine.

 

My heart has too many scars too count.

People rip my fragile heart to shreds;

Hell others don’t even know what they’ve done to me.

 

Just as unseen scars line my heart;

Visible scars line my arms.

A sign of what people have driven me too.

Maybe it’s a sign that I’m crazy;

Or maybe people are just jerks.

 

My arms, my heart all lined with scars beyond repair.

Reviews

[Frantzuu]

great poem.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

people have so many scars from hurts and your poem depicts this concept very clearly. though a little upsetting it is a very good poem. good job

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes many ways to find healing from disappointment. Myself cutting wasn't my thing. Drinking was when I was young and not so smart. A powerful poem. Many ways to relieve the pain of a broken heart and disappointment. I write down my disappointment in books now. A excellent poem.
Coyote