My Scars Poem by jessica rolston

I run my cold fingers over my scars;
Knowing there will be more before the day is over.
I sit thinking about how much blood I will shed tonight.....
Hopefully I won't cut too deep;
Remembering what happened the last time, when I had to be rushe to the E.R.

There is a blade beside me,
On the side it reads ' stainless steel'.
I pick it up; it's coolness sends a shiver through my body.
I look at my scars again,
Then without thinking I push the razor into my leg.
There is no blood at first; just a fresh cut.
But then it starts to run down,
I like what I see, so I do it again
And again; making more scars.

When I am finished,
I am covered in sticky blood.
I look down to see that my wounds are still bleeding;
Just like my heart.
But I am satisfied for the day, knowing that tomorrow I will hurt again.