Treasure Island

Kelsey Joe

Scars are the memories

A knife lies in my hand
It’s a tragedy waiting to happen.

My heart is racing
And my forehead is sweating
My eyes are tearing up
As I get myself ready.

My hands are shaking
I know it’s time to get it over with
Tears come flying out
As I cut away the sorrow and depression.

The blood flows out
I feel relief but shame.

I watch it all go out
I set down the knife
I fall to the ground and cry
But yet, I’m happy now.

I’m breaking down
And these scars are what tell my story.

Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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