Scars Poem by Fernando Alvarez

I place the scars upon my body...one way or another.
Whether it's physically or mentally, all above other.
I look down upon the world
Thinking that all my life is absurd.
The scars I place on my body will never go away.
I tell myself I'll stop, but I don't listen to what I say.
Some of the things are just programmed into my head.
And my body reacts, making these small scars just before bed.
There are times I reach and grab what I need,
To complete the awful deed.
Feeling the blade pierce my skin.
And that's when the blood flow slowly starts to begin.
Not telling anyone of the scars I make.
And just thinking back about it, makes me shake.
But still I reach for what I need.
I do this, even though I don't want to accomplish this deed.
I create this pain for the problems I think I make and do.
And even if I don't, I just do it because I think I need to.
I just create these scars for any reason.
If only I could find out how to stop making these scars,
That I make for these reasons.