The scars remind myself of my past and present
I don't know what I would do without them
Scars I thought were for life
Is slowly fading away
And I feel the need to do it over again
Take the knife in my hand
And mark on my arm
Something I haven't done in a while
I need the scars
They remind me of what I used to be
Scars all over me
I feel the need to cut all over
Just to feel the pain once again
And they remind me of what I used to know
Scars make me feel alive
And I feel like I can breathe once again
December 2,2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem