Scar Poem by Caitlyn Williams

She cries out as the sharp blade drags across her skin. She's still as she silently watches the warm blood slowly ooze out, and drop to the floor. As that first drop hits, she sees within it so many things. A broken past, shattered dreams, words unspoken, dark streets, strange people, violent arguments, and lonesome days. Her first tear falls to the ground. Tilting her head back, she relaxes and begins to weep, warily and painfully. She fantasizes about her future. She wonders......if she'll even have a future. She imagines fun-filled days, welcomed arms, warm hearts understanding minds, a stress-free life, and a worry-free future. All she knows is the taste of the cold steel along her sensitive and tender skin. Her body houses a collection of scars and bruises. Mentally and physically. She longs for another escape route. Somewhere else far away from all the problems that rear their ugly heads at her. Ever so slowly, she raises the blade to her throat, and finally surrenders herself to it's cold and lonesome darkness.....